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Chapter 35

           HehadbeeninthediplomaticserviceofbothAustriaandItalyandhisbirthdaypartieswerethegreatsocialeventofMilan.Hewaslivingtobeonehundredyearsoldandplayedasmoothlyfluentgameofbilliardsthatcontrastedwithhisownninety-four-year-oldbrittleness.IhadmethimwhenIhadbeenatStresaoncebeforeoutofseasonandwhileweplayedbilliardswedrankchampagne.Ithoughtitwasasplendidcustomandhegavemefifteenpointsinahundredandbeatme.

           "Whydidn’tyoutellmehewashere?"

           "Iforgotit."

           "Whoelseishere?"

           "Nooneyouknow.Thereareonlysixpeoplealtogether."

           "Whatareyoudoingnow?"

           "Nothing."

           "Comeonoutfishing."

           "Icouldcomeforanhour."

           "Comeon.Bringthetrollingline."

           Thebarmanputonacoatandwewentout.WewentdownandgotaboatandIrowedwhilethebarmansatinthesternandletoutthelinewithaspinnerandaheavysinkerontheendtotrollforlaketrout.Werowedalongtheshore,thebarmanholdingthelineinhishandandgivingitoccasionaljerksforward.Stresalookedverydesertedfromthelake.Therewerethelongrowsofbaretrees,thebighotelsandtheclosedvillas.IrowedacrosstoIsolaBellaandwentclosetothewalls,wherethewaterdeepenedsharply,andyousawtherockwallslantingdownintheclearwater,andthenupandalongtothefisherman’sisland.Thesunwasunderacloudandthewaterwasdarkandsmoothandverycold.Wedidnothaveastrikethoughwesawsomecirclesonthewaterfromrisingfish.

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