No more than three days....

Soon we shall be in Naples." The farewell in Salerno was brief.

The doctor was careful not to mention their stopping-place.

For her, the friendship was ending then and there.
"It is probable that we shall run across each other again," she said laconically.

"It is only the mountains that never meet." Her young companion was more explicit, mentioning the hotel on the shores of S.Lucia in which she lodged.
Standing by the step of the carriage, he saw them take their departure, just as he had seen them appear in a street of Pompeii.