To-day would have been worse even than yesterday for those young fellows to have crossed the St. Gothard from Italy, as they told me they did, said one of the three quiet English-speaking guests at the head of the table, looking across at the three voluble Italians at the foot of it. Scarcely more detestable weather than when we crossed, doctor. My wife has taken all these five days to get over it; and is hardly well yet.