I offered to be his banker, but he said he would first try elsewhere.

The next day I met him on the boulevards and asked what kind of a riotous existence he found possible on five francs.
"I've had the most extraordinary luck," he said.

"After I left you I met my brother.

He was just in from the front, and I got all his money." "Won't your brother need it ?" I asked.
"Not at all," said the subaltern cheerfully.

"He's shot in the legs, and they've put him to bed.