“What became of Leremy?”
“He is captain in the Sixth Dragoons.”
“And Pinson?”
“He's a subprefect.”
“And Racollet?”
“Dead.”
We were searching for other names which would remind us of the youthful
faces of our younger days. Once in a while we had met some of these old
comrades, bearded, bald, married, fathers of several children, and
the realization of these changes had given us an unpleasant shudder,
reminding us how short life is, how everything passes away, how
everything changes. My friend asked me:
“And Patience, fat Patience?”