It isn't as though we were dealing with a woman whose mind is hopelessly--immatured; she is only a girl still, and I know she has brains if she could be induced to use them." "Mrs.Baske has a remarkable face, it seems to me," said Mallard.
"It enrages me to talk of the matter." They were now on the road which runs along the ridge of Posillipo; at a point where it is parted only by a low wall from the westward declivity, they paused and looked towards the setting sun.
"What a noise from Fuorigrotta!" murmured Spence, when he had leaned for a moment on the wall.

"It always amuses me.

Only in this part of the world could so small a place make such a clamour." They were looking away from Naples.

At the foot of the vine-covered hillside lay the noisy village, or suburb, named from its position at the outer end of the tunnel which the Romans pierced to make a shorter way between Naples and Puteoli; thence stretched an extensive plain, set in a deep amphitheatre of hills, and bounded by the sea.

Vineyards and maizefields, pine-trees and poplars, diversify its surface, and through the midst of it runs a long, straight road, dwindling till it reaches the shore at the hamlet of Bagnoli.