Mrs.
Rasselyer-Brown's distressing experience with Yahi-Bahi had left her in a condition in which she was utterly fit for nothing, except to go on a Mediterranean cruise, with about eighty other people also fit for nothing.
Mr.Rasselyer-Brown himself, though never exactly an invalid, had confessed that after all the fuss of the Yahi-Bahi business he needed bracing up, needed putting into shape, and had put himself into Dr.
Slyder's hands.

The doctor had examined him, questioned him searchingly as to what he drank, and ended by prescribing port wine to be taken firmly and unflinchingly during the evening, and for the daytime, at any moment of exhaustion, a light cordial such as rye whiskey, or rum and Vichy water.

In addition to which Dr.Slyder had recommended Mr.
Rasselyer-Brown to leave town.
"Why don't you go down to Nagahakett on the Atlantic ?" he said.
"Is that in Maine ?" said Mr.Rasselyer-Brown in horror.
"Oh, dear me, no!" answered the doctor reassuringly.

"It's in New Brunswick, Canada; excellent place, most liberal licence laws; first class cuisine and a bar in the hotel.

No tourists, no golf, too cold to swim--just the place to enjoy oneself." So Mr.Rasselyer-Brown had gone away also, and as a result Dulphemia Rasselyer-Brown, at the particular moment of which we speak, was declared by the Boudoir and Society column of the _Plutorian Daily Dollar_ to be staying with Mr.and Mrs.Newberry at their charming retreat, Castel Casteggio.
The Newberrys belonged to the class of people whose one aim in the summer is to lead the simple life.