Italian frontier."

"For a man intending to see Italy, that would be taking me greatly out
of the road," muttered Claudius, sinking into a chair.

"Then go as far as Ulm only, where you will let the train proceed
without you. Send for a doctor whose address I will give you and I
answer for his helping you to get into Switzerland. After all, that will
be better. But I see that you are weak with your exertions and want of
proper nourishment."

"It is rest I most need."

"Then stretch yourself on this sofa, and let me cover you with a
traveling-rug. When you awake, refreshments will be at hand."

"But you, whom I deprive of rest?"

"It is true that anxiety about you, my young friend, has prevented me
lying down, but I am not desirous of sleep now. Do as I tell you. I will
countermand the chaise, and return with the food. This house is not a
famous inn, but my coreligionists, who are traveling merchants, frequent
it, and the edibles are good. As for the honesty of the servants and of
the host, I guarantee it. Unless you have been dogged to the door, I
believe you are safe."

Claudius said that he seemed not to have been followed. At the house, a
patrolman had caught a glimpse of him but the ostler had jestingly
turned him off and quieted his suspicions. Before his host had reached
the door, where he paused to look back, the young man was nodding with