He would return to Naples by sea.
As he came in sight of the water there rose up to him in a light tenor voice a melodious cry:
“Barca! Barca!”
He answered the call.
“Barca!”
The sailor who was below came gayly to meet him.
“It is a lovely night for the Signore. I could take the Signore to Sorrento or to Capri to-night.”
He held Artois by the right arm, gently assisting him into the broad-bottomed boat.
“I only want to go to Naples.”
“To which landing, Signore?”