BACK TO PARIS AND CELEBRITIES dead/* and M. said, " Do you believe in ghosts? " And the man who was waiting for the train said, " Of course not." And M. said, " Well, I do,35 and vanished into space! Some years afterwards I met a ghost at Juan les Pins, and a very unpleasant one too. I will describe this later. I made friends with a young French lawyer. He did not speak any English and as a result of talking to him my French improved. I introduced him to Raymond Radiguet and he asked us both to dine with him. The lawyer was only twenty-two and quite amusing to talk to. At the age of fifteen he had apparently become a cocaine fiend, but had broken himself of the habit. We had a long and complicated dinner, cocktails, red and white wine, and ended by each smoking a very large cigar, to the astonishment of the other diners, who looked at us as if they thought we might all suddenly be sick, A friend of mine, a very nice Spaniard, came to Paris. He had been at Oxford and spoke perfect English. He took me out to dinner at the Ritz, and we told each other our adventures during the past two or three years. He was one of those very pleasant people who take the trouble to entertain their guests. So many people expect to be entertained the whole time. We both had a great deal to talk about and had a very amusing evening. I asked him if he would care to come with itie one evening to the Boeuf, Cocteau had ':tbld;\/m€i-.';tbat;.one. evening, some days before tite official opening he and some friends would be there. I dined with the Spaniard at the Swedish Restaurant 195 ':'"..-..'v';;.