"Much better, yes. No perspiring at night. I put on weight, and at the same time my temperature, oh! the thermometer, you know, is the surest sign of all! I had seen my father, getting so terribly feverish every afternoon! As for me, when I saw that it already rose quite easily to 101.1°, 101.3° I had not the slightest doubt about it. Well, I repeat, everything was improving. They told me that if I continued to take great care all the winter...."
He paused for a few seconds:
"But on the 2nd of August, you see ... I had to leave."
"What did your mother say to it?"
He avoided that subject, but from a chance word he let slip I guessed the anguish and the resistance of his people—the sustained struggle.
"You ought to have got discharged!"
"How could I at such a moment! And then...."
His voice was muffled:
"Our family have always fought well!"