at the front went very badly and they could not take San Gabriele。 The fighting on the Bainsizza plateau was over and by the middle of the month the fighting for San Gabriele was about over too。 They could not take it。 Ettore was gone back to the front。 The horses were gone to Rome and there was no more racing。 Crowell had gone to Rome too； to be sent back to America。 There were riots twice in the town against the war and bad rioting in Turin。 A British major at the club told me the Italians had lost one hundred and fifty thousand men on the Bainsizza plateau and on San Gabriele。 He said they had lost forty thousand on the Carso besides。 We had a drink and he talked。 He said the fighting was over for the year down here and that the Italians had bitten off more than they could chew。 He said the offensive in Flanders was going to the bad。 If they killed men as they did this fall the Allies would be cooked in another year。 He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it。 We were all cooked。 The thing was not to recognize it。 The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war。 We had another drink。 Was I on somebody's staff？ No。 He was。 It was all balls。 We were alone in the club sitting back in one of the big leather sofas。 His boots were smoothly polished dull leather。 They were beautiful boots。 He said it was all balls。 They thought only in divisions and man…power。 They all squabbled about divisions and only killed them when they got them。 They were all cooked。 The Germans won the victories。 By God they were soldiers。 The old Hun was a soldier。 But they were cooked too。 We were all cooked。 I asked about Russia。 He said they were cooked already。 I'd soon see they were cooked。 Then the Austrians were cooked too。 If they got some Hun divisions they could do it。 Did he think they would attack this fall？ Of course they would。 The Italians were cooked。 Everybody knew they were cooked。 The old Hun would e down through the Trentino and cut the railway at Vicenza and then where would the Italians be？ They tried that in 'sixteen； I said。 Not with Germans。 Yes； I said。 But they probably wouldn't do that； he said。 It was too simple。 They'd try something plicated and get royally cooked。 I had to go； I said。 I had to get back to the hospital。 〃Good…by；〃 he said。 Then cheerily； 〃Every sort of luck！〃 There was a great contrast between his world pessimism and personal cheeriness。
I stopped at a barber shop and was shaved and went home to the hospital。 My leg was as well as it would get for a long time。 I had been up for examination three days before。 There were still some treatments to take before my course at the Ospedale。
Maggiore was finished and I walked along the side street practising not limping。 An old man was cutting silhouettes under an arcade。 I stopped to watch him。 Two girls were posing and he cut their silhouettes together； snipping very fast and looking at them； his head on one side。 The girls were giggling。 He showed me the silhouettes before he pasted them on white paper and handed them to the girls。
〃They're beautiful；〃 he said。 〃How about you； Tenente？〃
The girls went away looking at their silhouettes and laughing。 They were nice…looking girls。 One of them worked in the wine shop across from the hospital。
〃All right；〃 I said。
〃Take your cap off。〃
〃No。 With it on。〃
〃It will not be so beautiful；〃 the old man said。 〃But；〃 he brightened； 〃it will be more military。〃
He snipped away at the black paper； then separated the two thicknesses and pasted the profiles on a card and handed them to me。
〃How much？〃
〃That's all right。〃 He waved his hand。 〃I just made them for you。〃
〃Please。〃 I brought out some coppers。 〃For pleasure。〃
〃No。 I did them for a pleasure。 Give them to your girl。〃
〃Many thanks until we meet。〃
〃Until I see thee。〃
I went on to the hospital。 There were some letters； an official one； and some others。 I was to have three weeks' convalescent leave and then return to the front。 I read it over carefully。 Well； that was that。 The convalescent leave started October fourth when my course was finished。 Three weeks was twenty…one days。 That made October twenty…fifth。 I told them I would not be in and went to the restaurant a little way up the street from the hospital for supper and read my letters and the Corriere Della Sera at the table。 There was a letter from my grandfather； containing family news； patriotic encouragement； a draft for two hundred dollars； and a few clippings； a dull letter from the priest at our mess； a letter from a man I knew who was flying with the French and had gotten in with a wild gang and was telling about it； and a note from Rinaldi asking me how long I was going to skulk in Milano and what was all the news？ He wanted me to bring him phonograph records and enclosed a list。 I drank a small bottle of chianti with the meal； had a coffee afterward with a glass of cognac； finished the paper； put my letters in my pocket； left the paper on the table with the tip and went out。 In my room at the hospital I undressed； put on pajamas and a dressing…gown； pulled down the curtains on the door that opened onto the balcony and sitting up in bed read Boston papers from a pile Mrs。 Meyers had left for her boys at the hospital。 The Chicago White Sox were winning the American League pennant and the New York Giants were leading the National League。 Babe Ruth was a pitcher then playing for Boston。 The papers were dull； the news was local and stale； and the war news was all old。 The American news was all training camps。 I was glad I wasn't in a training camp。 The baseball news was all I could read and I did not have the slightest interest in it。 A number of papers together made it impossible to read with interest。 It was not very timely but I read at it for a while。 I wondered if America really got into the war； if they would close down the major leagues。 They probably wouldn't。 There was still racing in Milan and the war could not be much worse。 They had stopped racing in France。 That was where our horse Japalac came from。 Catherine was not due on duty until nine o'clock。 I heard her passing along the floor when she first came on duty and once saw her pass in the hall。 She went to several other rooms and finally came into mine。
〃I'm late； darling；〃 she said。 〃There was a lot to do。 How are you？〃
I told her about my papers and the leave。
〃That's lovely；〃 she said。 〃Where do you want to go？〃
〃Nowhere。 I want to stay here。〃
〃That's silly。 You pick a place to go and I'll e too。〃
〃How will you work it？〃
〃I don't know。 But I will。〃
〃You're pretty wonderful。〃
〃No I'm not。 But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose。〃
〃How do you mean？〃
〃Nothing。 I was only thinking how small obstacles seemed that once were so big。〃
〃I should think it might be hard to manage。〃
〃No it won't； darling。 If necessary I'll simply leave。 But it won't e to that。〃
〃Where should we go？〃
〃I don't care。 Anywhere you want。 Anywhere we don't know people。〃
〃Don't you care where we go？〃
〃No。 I'll like any place。〃
She seemed upset and taut。
〃What's the matter； Catherine？〃
〃Nothing。 Nothing's the matter。〃
〃Yes there is。〃
〃No nothing。 Re