It bore an Italian stamp and the Naples postmark.
"Yes.

That's from him," she said resentfully.

"I've not had a letter for a week, and now he writes to say he has gone to Naples on account of his health.

You had better let me go, my good Septimus; if I stay here much longer I'll be talking slush and batter.

I've got things on my nerves." "Why don't you talk to Zora ?" he suggested.