"Excuse me, but do you know this neighborhood?"
She was being addressed.
"Yes."
"That is fortunate--we do not. Perhaps you will kindly tell us
something about it. Is it far to Bagnoli?"
"Not very far."
"And when you get there?"
"I beg your pardon!"
"When you get there, is there much to see?"
"Not so very much."
"Can one lunch there?"
"No doubt."
"Yes. But I mean, what sort of lunch? Can one get anything clean and
wholesome, such as you get in England?"
"It would be Italian food."
"Oh, dear. Fanny, this lady says we can only get Italian food at
Bagnoli!"
"Tcha! Tcha!"
"But perhaps--excuse me, but do you think we could get a good cup of
tea there? We might manage with that--tea and some boiled eggs. Don't
you think so, Fanny? Could we get a cup of--"
The tram stopped. Hermione had pulled the cord that made the bell
sound. She paid and got down. The tram carried away the English
ladies, their pointed features red with surprise and indignation.
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