Juve smiled in silence, and gazed most affectionately at his dear lad.
At last he said:
"I am not going to ask you for your news, Fandor, for I have seen you repeatedly, and I know you are quite all right.... Why, I do believe you have put on flesh a little!"
Juve was smiling that enigmatic smile of his.
Fandor grew impatient, on fire with curiosity. Ah, this was indeed the Juve of bygone days, imperturbable, ironical, rather exasperating also!
However, Juve took pity on Fandor, who was still under the influence of the shock he had received.
"Well, now, dear lad, did you recognise me, a while ago?"
Fandor pulled himself together.
"To tell you the truth, Juve, I did not ... but, when our glances met, I had an intuition, a kind of interior revelation of what I had to do, and without any beating about the bush—I knew I had to follow you, follow you wherever you went."
Juve nodded his approval.