“Did you sleep, last night?”
“Pretty well.”
“Without any fever?”
“I think so; at least I hadn’t those cold shivers or that horrid suffocation.”
“Let me feel your pulse. It is weak, but regular, sai.”
“I ate a light breakfast.”
“Then you ought to feel well.”
“Che! my stomach can’t digest anything.”
“Like mine, Alberto. What lovely violets!”
“I bought them for you. I think you are fond of them?”