Elgar at once approached Mrs.Lessingham to take leave of her.
"The Grotta Azzurra to-morrow," he said gaily.

"Perhaps you won't care to go again?
My grave sister will make a very proper chaperon." "Let us discuss that when to-morrow comes.

Please to limit your moon-gazing to five minutes." "At the utmost." From the hotel garden opened a clear prospect towards Naples, which lay as a long track of lights beyond the expanse of deep blue.

The coast was distinctly outlined against the far sky glowed intermittently the fire of Vesuvius.

Above the trees of the garden shone white crags, unsubstantial, unearthly in the divine moonlight.