"How?"
"That is he, over there, against his door, with his hands in his pockets and his body in the sun."
"Thanks."
The traveller got up, went across to the other side of the square and passed two or three times in front of Jacotot. Jacotot perceived that it was he whom the traveller wanted; and, as he was a capital fellow, when his amour-propre is not over-excited, he smiled at the traveller. The traveller was emboldened by the smile.
"You are M. Jacotot, I believe?" he asked him.
"Yes, monsieur, at your service."
"So you have retired?"
"Two years since, as you see!... I am a citizen, a good citizen now," and he struck his stomach with the palms of his two hands.
"I offer you my congratulations, Monsieur Jacotot."
"You are indeed good."