Also that he wore very strong spectacles, and that his brown eyes, when turned Barty's way, vibrated with a quick, tremulous motion and sideways, as if they had the "gigs."
Much moved and excited, Barty got up and put out his hand to the stranger, and said:
"Bonjour, Monsieur Bonzig! comment allez‑vous?"
Bonzig opened his eyes at this well‑dressed Briton (for Barty had clothes to last him a French lifetime).
"Pardonnez‑moi, monsieur—mais je n'ai pas l'honneur de vous remettre!"
"Je m'appelle Josselin—de chez Brossard!"
"Ah! Mon Dieu, mon cher, mon très‑cher!" said Bonzig, and got up and seized Barty's both hands—and all but hugged him.
"Mais quel bonheur de vous revoir! Je pense à vous si souvent, et à Ouittebé! comme vous êtes changé—et quel beau garçon vous êtes! qui vous aurait reconnu! Dieu de Dieu—c'est un rêve! Je n'en reviens pas!" etc., etc....
And they walked off together, and told the other each an epitome of his history since they parted; and dined together cheaply, and spent a happy evening walking up and down the boulevards, and smoking many cigarettes—from the Madeleine to the Porte St.‑Martin and back—again and again.
"Non, mon cher Josselin," said Bonzig, in answer to