ine　a　country　that　makes　a　wine　because　it　tastes　like　strawberries；〃　he　said。

〃Why　shouldn't　it？〃　Catherine　asked。　〃It　sounds　splendid。〃

〃You　try　it；　lady；〃　said　George；　〃if　you　want　to。　But　let　me　bring　a　little　bottle　of　margaux　for　the　Tenente。〃

〃I'll　try　it　too；　George。〃

〃Sir；　I　can't　remend　you　to。　It　doesn't　even　taste　like　strawberries。〃

〃It　might；〃　said　Catherine。　〃It　would　be　wonderful　if　it　did。〃

〃I'll　bring　it；〃　said　George；　〃and　when　the　lady　is　satisfied　I'll　take　it　away。〃

It　was　not　much　of　a　wine。　As　he　said；　it　did　not　even　taste　like　strawberries。　We　went　back　to　capri。　One　evening　I　was　short　of　money　and　George　loaned　me　a　hundred　lire。　〃That's　all　right；　Tenente；〃　he　said。　〃I　know　how　it　is。　I　know　how　a　man　gets　short。　If　you　or　the　lady　need　money　I've　always　got　money。〃

After　dinner　we　walked　through　the　galleria；　past　the　other　restaurants　and　the　shops　with　their　steel　shutters　down；　and　stopped　at　the　little　place　where　they　sold　sandwiches；　ham　and　lettuce　sandwiches　and　anchovy　sandwiches　made　of　very　tiny　brown　glazed　rolls　and　only　about　as　long　as　your　finger。　They　were　to　eat　in　the　night　when　we　were　hungry。　Then　we　got　into　an　open　carriage　outside　the　galleria　in　front　of　the　cathedral　and　rode　to　the　hospital。　At　the　door　of　the　hospital　the　porter　came　out　to　help　with　the　crutches。　I　paid　the　driver；　and　then　we　rode　upstairs　in　the　elevator。　Catherine　got　off　at　the　lower　floor　where　the　nurses　lived　and　I　went　on　up　and　went　down　the　hall　on　crutches　to　my　room；　sometimes　I　undressed　and　got　into　bed　and　sometimes　I　sat　out　on　the　balcony　with　my　leg　up　on　another　chair　and　watched　the　swallows　over　the　roofs　and　waited　for　Catherine。　When　she　came　upstairs　it　was　as　though