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He
had
been
in
the
diplomatic
service
of
both
Austria
and
Italy
and
his
birthday
parties
were
the
great
social
event
of
Milan
.
He
was
living
to
be
one
hundred
years
old
and
played
a
smoothly
fluent
game
of
billiards
that
contrasted
with
his
own
ninety
-
four
-
year
-
old
brittleness
.
I
had
met
him
when
I
had
been
at
Stresa
once
before
out
of
season
and
while
we
played
billiards
we
drank
champagne
.
I
thought
it
was
a
splendid
custom
and
he
gave
me
fifteen
points
in
a
hundred
and
beat
me
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
he
was
here
?
"
"
I
forgot
it
.
"
"
Who
else
is
here
?
"
"
No
one
you
know
.
There
are
only
six
people
altogether
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
now
?
"
"
Nothing
.
"
"
Come
on
out
fishing
.
"
"
I
could
come
for
an
hour
.
"
"
Come
on
.
Bring
the
trolling
line
.
"
