Dorn placed his arm around her and smiled at her half-opened eyes.
A man, walking unsteadily across the empty café, stopped in front of the booth.
"I've been looking for you," he said. "You don't remember me, eh?"
Dorn looked up. An American uniform. An excited face.
"My name's Hazlitt. Come out here."
Von Stinnes leveled his monocle witheringly upon the interloper and murmured an aside, "He's drunk...."
Dorn stood up.
"Yes, I remember you now," he said. The man's tone had oppressed him. "What do you want?"
He detached himself from Mathilde and stepped into the room. Hazlitt stared at him.
"I owe you something," he spoke slowly. "Come out here."