"You have not got back all your strength yet.

Drink plenty of champagne at luncheon and dinner.

There is nothing like it when a man is run down.

And don't sit up all night smoking cigarettes more than three times a week!" He laughed again as he shook hands and got into the carriage, and Marcello was glad when he was gone, though he was so fond of him.

It was a bore to be told that he was not strong, because it certainly was true, and, besides, even Folco was sometimes a little in the way.
In a week Marcello and Regina were in Venice; a month later they were in Paris.