“He does really,” said Rinaldi. “He has a rendezvous. I know all about it.”
“I have to go.”
“Another night,” said Bassi. “Another night when you feel stronger.” He slapped me on the shoulder. There were lighted candles on the table. All the officers were very happy. “Good-night, gentlemen,” I said.
Rinaldi went out with me. We stood outside the door on the patch and he said, “You’d better not go up there drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, Rinin. Really.”
“You’d better chew some coffee.”
“Nonsense.”
“I’ll get some, baby. You walk up and down.” He came back with a handful of roasted coffee beans. “Chew those, baby, and God be with you.”
“Bacchus,” I said.
“I’ll walk down with you.”