Prognostication
When midday strikes you will be on the rear platform of a bus which will be crammed
full of passengers among whom you will notice a ridiculous juvenile; skeleton-like
neck and no ribbon on his felt hat. He don't be feeling at his ease, poor little chap. He
will think that a gentleman is pushing him on purpose every time that people getting
on or off pass by. He will tell him so but the gentleman won't deign to answer. And
the ridiculous juvenile will be panic-stricken and run away from him in the direction
of a vacant seat.
You will see him a little later, in the Cour de
Rome in front of the gate Saint-Lazare.
A friend will be with him and you will hear these words: "Your overcoat doesn't do
up properly; you must have another button put on it."