CHAPTER XXVI

I went to the door and looked out. It had stopped raining but there was a mist. “Should we go upstairs?” I asked the priest. “I can only stay a little while.” “Come on up.” We climbed the stairs and went into my room. I lay down on Rinaldi’s bed. The priest sat on my cot that the orderly had set up. It was dark in the room. “Well,” he said, “how are you really?” “I’m all right. I’m tired to-night.” “I’m tired too, but from no cause.” “What about the war?” “I think it will be over soon. I don’t know why, but I feel …