For goodness' sake don't any one start symptoms and spoil the fun.

Where's Miss Morley?
I'm just aching to be off." The party left Fossato by the early morning steamer and went straight to Naples.

They drove from the quay to the station, then took the little local train for Vesuvius.

Italian railways generally provide scant accommodation for the number of passengers, so there ensued a wild scramble for seats, and it was only by the help of the conductor, whom she had judiciously tipped, that Miss Morley managed to keep her flock together, and settle them in one of the small saloon carriages.

Here they were wedged pretty tightly among native Italians, and tourists of various nations, including some voluble Swedes and a company of dapper Japanese gentlemen, who were seeing Europe.