I　remember　waking　in　the　morning。　Catherine　was　asleep　and　the　sunlight　was　ing　in　through　the　window。　The　rain　had　stopped　and　I　stepped　out　of　bed　and　across　the　floor　to　the　window。　Down　below　were　the　gardens；　bare　now　but　beautifully　regular；　the　gravel　paths；　the　trees；　the　stone　wall　by　the　lake　and　the　lake　in　the　sunlight　with　the　mountains　beyond。　I　stood　at　the　window　looking　out　and　when　I　turned　away　I　saw　Catherine　was　awake　and　watching　me。

〃How　are　you；　darling？〃　she　said。　〃Isn't　it　a　lovely　day？〃

〃How　do　you　feel？〃

〃I　feel　very　well。　We　had　a　lovely　night。〃

〃Do　you　want　breakfast？〃

She　wanted　breakfast。　So　did　I　and　we　had　it　in　bed；　the　November　sunlight　ing　in　the　window；　and　the　breakfast　tray　across　my　lap。

〃Don't　you　want　the　paper？　You　always　wanted　the　paper　in　the　hospital？〃

〃No；〃　I　said。　〃I　don't　want　the　paper　now。〃

〃Was　it　so　bad　you　don't　want　even　to　read　about　it？〃

〃I　don't　want　to　read　about　it。〃

〃I　wish　I　had　been　with　you　so　I　would　know　about　it　too。〃

〃I'll　tell　you　about　it　if　I　ever　get　it　straight　in　my　head。〃

〃But　won't　they　arrest　you　if　they　catch　you　out　of　uniform？〃

〃They'll　probably　shoot　me。〃

〃Then　we'll　not　stay　here。　We'll　get　out　of　the　country。〃

〃I'd　thought　something　of　that。〃

〃We'll　get　out。　Darling；　you　shouldn't　take　silly　chances。　Tell　me　how　did　you　e　from　Mestre　to　Milan？〃

〃I　came　on　the　train。　I　was　in　uniform　then。〃

〃Weren't　you　in　danger　then？〃

〃Not　much。　I　had　an　old　order　of　movement。　I　fixed　the　dates　on　it　in　Mestre。〃

〃Darling；　you're　liable　to　be　arrested　here　any　time。　I　won't　have　it。　It's　silly　to　do　something　like　that。　Where　would　we　be　if　they　took　you　off？〃