One day, when he had been driven into a cafe in the Rue Saint-Honore by a sudden shower, a tall man in a beaver coat, surprised at his gloomy stare, began to stare back at him exactly as Mademoiselle Amanda's lover had stared at him, long before, at Besancon.
Un jour, poussé dans un café de la rue Saint-Honoré par une averse soudaine, un grand homme en redingote de castorine, étonné de son regard sombre, le regarda à son tour, absolument comme jadis, à Besançon, l’amant de Mlle Amanda.