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"
I
never
expected
you
to
love
me
—
it
was
too
late
—
only
don
’
t
come
in
the
bathroom
,
the
only
place
I
can
go
for
privacy
,
dragging
spreads
with
red
blood
on
them
and
asking
me
to
fix
them
.
"
"
Control
yourself
.
Get
up
—
"
Rosemary
,
back
in
the
salon
,
heard
the
bathroom
door
bang
,
and
stood
trembling
:
now
she
knew
what
Violet
McKisco
had
seen
in
the
bathroom
at
Villa
Diana
She
answered
the
ringing
phone
and
almost
cried
with
relief
when
she
found
it
was
Collis
Clay
,
who
had
traced
her
to
the
Divers
’
apartment
.
She
asked
him
to
come
up
while
she
got
her
hat
,
because
she
was
afraid
to
go
into
her
room
alone
.
In
the
spring
of
1917
,
when
Doctor
Richard
Diver
first
arrived
in
Zurich
,
he
was
twenty
-
six
years
old
,
a
fine
age
for
a
man
,
indeed
the
very
acme
of
bachelorhood
.
Even
in
war
-
time
days
,
it
was
a
fine
age
for
Dick
,
who
was
already
too
valuable
,
too
much
of
a
capital
investment
to
be
shot
off
in
a
gun
.
Years
later
it
seemed
to
him
that
even
in
this
sanctuary
he
did
not
escape
lightly
,
but
about
that
he
never
fully
made
up
his
mind
—
in
1917
he
laughed
at
the
idea
,
saying
apologetically
that
the
war
didn
’
t
touch
him
at
all
.
Instructions
from
his
local
board
were
that
he
was
to
complete
his
studies
in
Zurich
and
take
a
degree
as
he
had
planned
.
Switzerland
was
an
island
,
washed
on
one
side
by
the
waves
of
thunder
around
Gorizia
and
on
another
by
the
cataracts
along
the
Somme
and
the
Aisne
.
For
once
there
seemed
more
intriguing
strangers
than
sick
ones
in
the
cantons
,
but
that
had
to
be
guessed
at
—
the
men
who
whispered
in
the
little
cafés
of
Berne
and
Geneva
were
as
likely
to
be
diamond
salesmen
or
commercial
travellers
.
However
,
no
one
had
missed
the
long
trains
of
blinded
or
one
-
legged
men
,
or
dying
trunks
,
that
crossed
each
other
between
the
bright
lakes
of
Constance
and
Neuchâtel
.
In
the
beer
-
halls
and
shop
-
windows
were
bright
posters
presenting
the
Swiss
defending
their
frontiers
in
1914
—
with
inspiring
ferocity
young
men
and
old
men
glared
down
from
the
mountains
at
phantom
French
and
Germans
;
the
purpose
was
to
assure
the
Swiss
heart
that
it
had
shared
the
contagious
glory
of
those
days
.
As
the
massacre
continued
the
posters
withered
away
,
and
no
country
was
more
surprised
than
its
sister
republic
when
the
United
States
bungled
its
way
into
the
war
.
Doctor
Diver
had
seen
around
the
edges
of
the
war
by
that
time
:
he
was
an
Oxford
Rhodes
Scholar
from
Connecticut
in
1914
.
He
returned
home
for
a
final
year
at
Johns
Hopkins
,
and
took
his
degree
.
In
1916
he
managed
to
get
to
Vienna
under
the
impression
that
,
if
he
did
not
make
haste
,
the
great
Freud
would
eventually
succumb
to
an
aeroplane
bomb
.
Even
then
Vienna
was
old
with
death
but
Dick
managed
to
get
enough
coal
and
oil
to
sit
in
his
room
in
the
Damenstiff
Strasse
and
write
the
pamphlets
that
he
later
destroyed
,
but
that
,
rewritten
,
were
the
backbone
of
the
book
he
published
in
Zurich
in
1920
.
Most
of
us
have
a
favorite
,
a
heroic
period
,
in
our
lives
and
that
was
Dick
Diver
’
s
.
For
one
thing
he
had
no
idea
that
he
was
charming
,
that
the
affection
he
gave
and
inspired
was
anything
unusual
among
healthy
people
.
In
his
last
year
at
New
Haven
some
one
referred
to
him
as
"
lucky
Dick
"
—
the
name
lingered
in
his
head
.
"
Lucky
Dick
,
you
big
stiff
,
"
he
would
whisper
to
himself
,
walking
around
the
last
sticks
of
flame
in
his
room
.
"
You
hit
it
,
my
boy
.
Nobody
knew
it
was
there
before
you
came
along
.
"
