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It had been raining but I felt like walking. After a mile or two, I hailed a taxi. Evidently the walk in the rain brought on the cold. I telephoned Hester to tell her I felt miserable and could not possibly go out to dinner. Amoment [[A moment]] or two later, she knocked on the door of my room in the hotel. "Come on, be a good sport and get dressed," she said. "It will make you feel better to go out. Besides, I want you to meet Pat." Finally, but reluctantly, I consented.

The Russian restaurant was excellent, Cotelette Kief, and the wines, Pouilly-Fuisse and Pommard. Pat pointedly ignored me. He talked with Frances and Hester. Listening, I gathered that he had lived and worked in many parts of the world, and had been a war correspondent in France when the war ended. He liked Paris very much and hoped to stay there indefinitely. From hearing him consulting with the waiter, I gathered he spoke fluent