"You are very kind.

I am quite well now.

Good-bye.

Home!" he added to the footman, as he settled himself back under the hood, quite out of sight.
The Professor stood still in the glaring heat, looking after the carriage, his travelling-bag in his hand, while the crowd poured out of the station, making for the cabs and omnibuses that were drawn up in rows, or crossing the burning pavement on foot to take the tram.
When the carriage was out of sight, Kalmon looked up at the hot sky and down at the flagstones, and then made up his mind what to do.
"To the hospital of San Giovanni," he said, as he got into a cab.
He seemed to be well informed, for he inquired at the door about a certain Marcello Botti, who was in a private room; and when he gave his name he was admitted without even asking permission of the Superintendent, and was at once led upstairs.
"Are you a friend of his, sir ?" asked Regina, when he had looked a long time at the patient, who did not recognise him in the least.
"Are you ?" Kalmon looked at her quietly across the bed.
"You see," she answered.

"If I were not, why should I be here ?" "She has saved my life," said Marcello suddenly, and he caught her hand in his and held it fast.