Well At Last

Leopoldl is again sucking hard at the quaking puddings. The fever has passed and Papa praises the Lord and the gentian violet, which he has used to paint the rash inside his grandson’s mouth. Yellow, sulphurous powders, purple medicine, a pink and white spotted tongue - who would have thought there could be so much colour in one illness? This morning at mass I fell to my knees to thank God for his mercy in the middle of the Kyrie. I collapsed with such a passion that blood trickled onto my shoe. N.