Then they glanced at each other and both laughed a little, and they parted.
Half an hour later, Marcello was carried to an airy room with green blinds, and was made even more comfortable than he had been before.

He slept, and awoke, and ate and slept again.

Twice during the afternoon people were brought to see him.

They were servants from the villa on the Janiculum, but he looked at them dully and said that he could not remember them.
"We do not think it is he," they said, when questioned.

"Why does he not know us, if it is he?
We are old servants in the house.