The bus arrived bulging with passengers. Only hope I don't miss it, oh good, there's still just room for me. One of them queer sort of mug he's got with that enormous neck was wearing a soft felt hat with a sort of little plait round it instead of a ribbon just showing off that is and suddenly started hey what's got into him to vituperate the other chap isn't taking any notice of him reproaching him for deliberately treading seems as if he's looking for trouble but he'll climb down on his toes. But as there was a free seat inside didn't I say so he turned his back and made haste to occupy it. About two hours later coincidences are peculiar he was in the Cour de Rome wiht a friend a fancy-pants of his own sort who was pointing with his index finger to a button on his overcoat what on earth can he be telling him.