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"
All
right
.
Now
.
"
"
I
’
ll
come
back
later
.
"
"
I
’
ll
have
finished
the
papers
,
"
I
said
.
It
turned
cold
that
night
and
the
next
day
it
was
raining
.
Coming
home
from
the
Ospedale
Maggiore
it
rained
very
hard
and
I
was
wet
when
I
came
in
.
Up
in
my
room
the
rain
was
coming
down
heavily
outside
on
the
balcony
,
and
the
wind
blew
it
against
the
glass
doors
.
I
changed
my
clothing
and
drank
some
brandy
but
the
brandy
did
not
taste
good
.
I
felt
sick
in
the
night
and
in
the
morning
after
breakfast
I
was
nauseated
.
"
There
is
no
doubt
about
it
,
"
the
house
surgeon
said
.
"
Look
at
the
whites
of
his
eyes
,
Miss
.
"
Miss
Gage
looked
.
They
had
me
look
in
a
glass
.
The
whites
of
the
eyes
were
yellow
and
it
was
the
jaundice
.
I
was
sick
for
two
weeks
with
it
.
For
that
reason
we
did
not
spend
a
convalescent
leave
together
.
We
had
planned
to
go
to
Pallanza
on
Lago
Maggiore
.
It
is
nice
there
in
the
fall
when
the
leaves
turn
.
There
are
walks
you
can
take
and
you
can
troll
for
trout
in
the
lake
.
It
would
have
been
better
than
Stresa
because
there
are
fewer
people
at
Pallanza
.
Stresa
is
so
easy
to
get
to
from
Milan
that
there
are
always
people
you
know
.
There
is
a
nice
village
at
Pallanza
and
you
can
row
out
to
the
islands
where
the
fishermen
live
and
there
is
a
restaurant
on
the
biggest
island
.
But
we
did
not
go
.
One
day
while
I
was
in
bed
with
jaundice
Miss
Van
Campen
came
in
the
room
,
opened
the
door
into
the
armoire
and
saw
the
empty
bottles
there
.
I
had
sent
a
load
of
them
down
by
the
porter
and
I
believe
she
must
have
seen
them
going
out
and
come
up
to
find
some
more
.
They
were
mostly
vermouth
bottles
,
marsala
bottles
,
capri
bottles
,
empty
chianti
flasks
and
a
few
cognac
bottles
.
The
porter
had
carried
out
the
large
bottles
,
those
that
had
held
vermouth
,
and
the
straw
-
covered
chianti
flasks
,
and
left
the
brandy
bottles
for
the
last
.
It
was
the
brandy
bottles
and
a
bottle
shaped
like
a
bear
,
which
had
held
kümmel
,
that
Miss
Van
Campen
found
.
The
bear
shaped
bottle
enraged
her
particularly
.
She
held
it
up
,
the
bear
was
sitting
up
on
his
haunches
with
his
paws
up
,
there
was
a
cork
in
his
glass
head
and
a
few
sticky
crystals
at
the
bottom
.
I
laughed
.
"
It
is
kümmel
,
"
I
said
.
"
The
best
kümmel
comes
in
those
bear
-
shaped
bottles
.
It
comes
from
Russia
.
"
"
Those
are
all
brandy
bottles
,
aren
’
t
they
?
"
Miss
Van
Campen
asked
.
