She combed the little ringlets on her forehead and dabbed a little scent upon her temples to cool them, and then she rose quickly and went out.

A thought had struck her and she at once put into execution the plan it suggested.
She took a parasol and went out of the hotel, hatless and gloveless, into the garden of orange trees which lies between the buildings and the gate.

She strolled leisurely along the path towards the exit, on one side of which is the porter's lodge, while the little square stone box of a building which is the telegraph office stands on the other.

She knew that just before twelve o'clock Ruggiero and his brother were generally seated on the bench before the lodge waiting for orders for the afternoon.

As she expected, she found them, and she beckoned to Ruggiero and turned back under the trees.