I've been away. Otherwise I should have answered your note sooner. I'm delighted you're in this God-forsaken city, but what brought you here in August, Heaven only knows. We must meet at once. I can't ask you to my abode, because I've only one room, one chair and a bed, and you would be shocked to sit on the chair while I sat on the bed, or to sit on the bed while I sat on the chair. And I couldn't offer you anything but a cigarette (caporal, à quatre sous le paquet) and the fag end of a bottle of grenadine syrup and water. So let us dine together at the place where I take such meals as I can afford. Au Petit Cornichon, or as the snob of a proprietor yearns to call it, The "Restaurant Dufour." It's a beast of a hole in the Rue Baret off the Rue Bonaparte; but I don't think either of us could run to the Café de Paris or Paillard's and we'll have it all to ourselves. Meet me there at seven.
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