At the place indicated stood Elgar beside the carriage, and without exchanging a word they took their seats.
At the Marina, they had but to step from the carriage to the boat.
Elgar's luggage was thrown on board, and the men pushed off from the quay.
Bitterly cold, but what a glorious sunrise! Against the flushed sky, those limestone heights of Capri caught the golden radiance and shone wondrously.

The green water, gently swelling but unbroken, was like some rarer element, too limpid for this world's shores.

With laughter and merry talk between themselves, the boatmen hoisted their sail.
And the gods sent a fair breeze from the west, and it smote upon the sail, and the prow cleft its track of foam, and on they sped over the back of the barren sea..