“Ciao,” she sighed to Roberto, as he took her hand gently and kissed it. “Until nine o’clock.”
They went in search of their carriage. It was exactly where they left it with the driver asleep in his box.
Anthea coughed and he awakened with a start.
“We would like to go back to the ship now.”
He took their parcels and held the door open.
“Do you like Roberto? He is very handsome, is he not?” asked Linette, almost as soon as they had sat down.
“He seems a very nice young man.”
“He is very talented, don’t you think? He says that he would rather paint landscapes than portraits, although he does do some. He wants to paint me by the sea at Sorrento, can you imagine?”
“Sorrento! Where is that? I don’t think I can allow you to go off on your own to some strange place.”
“It is only a
