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eal mask。 Also we were required to wear an automatic pistol； even doctors and sanitary officers。 I felt it against the back of the chair。 You were liable to arrest if you did not have one worn in plain sight。 Rinaldi carried a holster stuffed with toilet paper。 I wore a real one and felt like a gunman until I practised firing it。 It was an Astra 7。65 caliber with a short barrel and it jumped so sharply when you let it off that there was no question of hitting anything。 I practised with it； holding below the target and trying to master the jerk of the ridiculous short barrel until I could hit within a yard of where I aimed at twenty paces and then the ridiculousness of carrying a pistol at all came over me and I soon forgot it and carried it flopping against the small of my back with no feeling at all except a vague sort of shame when I met English…speaking people。 I sat now in the chair and an orderly of some sort looked at me disapprovingly from behind a desk while I looked at the marble floor； the pillars with the marble busts； and the frescoes on the wall and waited for Miss Barkley。 The frescoes were not bad。 Any frescoes were good when they started to peel and flake off。
I saw Catherine Barkley ing down the hall； and stood up。 She did not seem tall walking toward me but she looked very lovely。
〃Good…evening； Mr。 Henry；〃 she said。
〃How do you do？〃 I said。 The orderly was listening behind the desk。
〃Shall we sit here or go out in the garden？〃
