Up to the hilt, I said.
You go away in the morning, baby, Rinaldi said.
To Rome, I said.
No, to Milan. To Milan, said the major, to the Crystal Palace, to the Cova, to Campari's, to Biffi's, to the galleria.
You lucky boy.
To the Gran Italia, I said, where I will borrow money from George.
To the Scala, said Rinaldi.
You will go to the Scala.
Every night, I said.
You won't be able to afford it every night, said the major.
The tickets are very expensive.
I will draw a sight draft on my grandfather, I said.
A what?
A sight draft.
He has to pay or I go to jail.
Mr. Cunningham at the bank does it.
I live by sight drafts.
Can a grandfather jail a patriotic grandson who is dying that Italy may live?
Live the American Garibaldi, said Rinaldi.
Viva the sight drafts, I said.
We must be quiet, said the major.
Already we have been asked many times to be quiet.
Do you go to-morrow really, Federico?
He goes to the American hospital I tell you, Rinaldi said.
To the beautiful nurses.
Not the nurses with beards of the field hospital.
Yes, yes, said the major, I know he goes to the American hospital.
I don't mind their beards, I said.
If any man wants to raise a beard let him.
Why don't you raise a beard, Signor Maggiore?
It could not go in a gas mask.
Yes it could.
Anything can go in a gas mask.
I've vomited into a gas mask.
Don't be so loud, baby, Rinaldi said.
We all know you have been at the front Oh, you fine baby, what will I do while you are gone?
We must go, said the major.
This becomes sentimental.
Listen, I have a surprise for you.
Your English.
You know?
The English you go to see every night at their hospital?
She is going to Milan too.
She goes with another to be at the American hospital.
They had not got nurses yet from America.
I talked to-day with the head of their riparto. They have too many Women here at the front.
They send some back.
How do you like that, baby?
All right.
Yes?