DE VALPIC
I had not seen much of De Valpic during the last few days. Our platoons had relieved each other, and his presence always weighed on me a little like a vague remorse.
That afternoon I found him lying, with closed eyes, in the shed I had gone into, meaning to take a nap. He raised his eyelids:
"Halloa!"
I had to go up to him, and asked him:
"Not so bad the other night, was it?"
"For me it was."