You know he wanted me to stay with him at Gland in Switzerland, begged me to come, said he would do everything for me.

When the weather got warm at Genoa I went to him.

At first he seemed very glad to see me and made me welcome.

The food was not very good, the drink anything but good, still I could not complain, and I put up with the discomforts.

But in a week or two the wine disappeared, and beer took its place, and I suggested I must be going.