Miriam kept her place, and for the present was content to watch the little boats, as they rocked for a few moments at the foot of the huge cliff and then suddenly disappeared through the entrance to the cavern.

When the English family returned, she listened to their eager, wondering conversation.

A few minutes more, and she was landing at the Marina, where Reuben awaited her.
He had a carriage ready for the drive up the serpent road to the hotel where Mrs.Lessingham and her niece were staying.

His own quarters were elsewhere--at the Pagano, dear to artists.
"Well, have you enjoyed the voyage?
What did you think of Sorrento?
We watched the steamer across from there; we were up on the road to Anacapri, yonder.

You don't look so well as when I saw you last--nothing like." He waited for no reply to his questions, and talked with nervous brokenness.