bedroom,but it was not a peaceful sleep. He dreamed that he was trying to get home for Christmas, but he couldn't get on a train. They were all too full,or they didn't stop.
sometimes he felt that cipolla,the little cleaner, was near him,in his black cotton overall which was too small for him. why is he with me? the marshal thought in his dream.
where is he going?I must ask him. and then he heard himself ask stupidly, 'where's your cleaning brush?
but the little man answered a different question. 'To the funeral,he said.
the marshal's head burned with fever. but whose funeral?he thought. His wife's? Or the Englishman's?
'I can't come with you,'the Marshal cried. 'I have to go home, you see. it's Christmas.