The furnished rooms where he lived were in the strictly Italian portion of Naples, and not in the vicinity of the big hotels.
Secretly Lorna dreaded her holidays.

There was nothing for her to do while her father was at the office.

She was not allowed to go out alone, and unless she could induce fat Signora Fiorenza, their landlady, to be philanthropic and chaperon her to look at the shops, she was obliged to amuse herself in the house during the day as best she could.

In the evening things were certainly better.

Her father would take her to dine at an Italian restaurant, and would sometimes treat her to a performance at a theater or cinema close at hand, or would escort her for a lamplight walk along the streets, but these brief expeditions were evidently made out of a sense of duty, and Mr.Carson was plainly unhappy until he was once more ensconced in his own sitting-room with his favorite books and his reading-lamp.