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 The yacht was under way again by the time Cynthia had settled herself in the cabin which had been made ready for her, and that evening they anchored at Naples, under a new moon. Lights shone and swung from the thousand vessels riding on the purple waters. The mountains seemed ethereal and transparent in their faint blue mists, and below them the Chiaja gemmed the dusk with garlanded lamps.

"Bedtime, Fen," said his mother, "Yes, I know it's very lovely, but it's quite late, and I want you to be asleep before Larry goes to bed."

Cynthia, who had been talking with her brother by the rail, flitted to them.

"I think that I shall put my nephew to bed to-night, if nobody minds," she announced. "You can have him any time, Emily."

Fen did not tell her that it was