 How does Rupert feel about Paul?
The Place de France is the town's hub. It marks the end of Boulevard Pasteur, the main drag of the westernized part of the city, and the beginning of Rue de la Liberté, which leads down to the Grand Socco and the medina. King-size sidewalk cafes occupy three of the strategic corners on the Place de France. You can sit of a sunny morning and read the Paris edition of the New York Herald Tribune while getting your shoes done up like mirrors for thirty Moroccan francs which comes to about five cents at current exchange. In native costume you'll see Berber and Rif, Arab and Blue Man, and occasionally a Senegalese from further south. In European dress you'll see Japs and Chinese, Hindus and Turks, Levantines and Filipinos, North Americans and South Americans, and, of course, even Europeans—from both sides of the Curtain. The poorest will try to sell you anything from a shoeshine to their not very lily-white bodies, and the richest will avoid your eyes, afraid you might try to sell them something. Paul said, "How are you, Rupert? Paul was an easy-going, sallow-faced little man. Paul said, "What ever happened to those poxy flying saucers?" A French girl went by with a poodle so finely clipped as to look as though it'd been shaven.
 Paul is easy-going, but Rupert doesn't know him that well.
 Rupert thinks of Paul as a kindred spirit.  Rupert is annoyed that Paul sat down at his table.  Rupert suspects Paul might be a Russian spy.  Paul is easy-going, but Rupert doesn't know him that well.