While that dear heart, now at rest, was pouring forth her love and sorrow to the ears that should have been above all others ready to receive them, her letters, as they arrived, were flung uncared for, unread, even unopened, into any haphazard receptacle.
The days passed one by one at the Villa de Angelis with but little incident, nor did my brother's health either visibly improve or decline.
Though the weather was still more than usually warm, a grateful breeze came morning and evening from the sea and tempered the heat so much as to render it always supportable.

John would sometimes in the evening sit propped up with cushions on the trellised balcony looking towards Baia, and watch the fishermen setting their nets.

We could hear the melody of their deep-voiced songs carried up on the night air.

"It was here, Sophy," my brother said, as we sat one evening looking on a scene like this,--"It was here that the great epicure Pollio built himself a famous house, and called it by two Greek words meaning a 'truce to care,' from which our name of Posilipo is derived.

It was his _sans-souci_, and here he cast aside his vexations; but they were lighter than mine.