CHAPTER SIXHe was with another young man, exchanging greetings with the noisy group by the entrance, the same half-smile I remembered on his full, rather sensual lips. He was dressed almost in the same way too, certainly no better, and the same battered bag he had carried on the steam-ship was slung over his shoulder.
I heard someone at our table say, “Petöfi, there’s Lajos now.”
At that, Petöfi immediately broke off his conversation and stood up, stepping round the table and shouting out uninhibitedly, “Hola! Lajos — over here!”
I watched as Lázár lifted a hand in quick acknowledgement and began to make his way towards him.
Petöfi said, “I thought you were going to miss my farewell!”
“Farewell?” Lázár repeated, carelessly taking Petöfi’s outstretched hand. “I thought you had decided
