She packed her bag joyously, and was all excitement to start.
Following his usual custom of avoiding the vicinity of English people, Mr.Carson decided not to go to Capri by the ordinary steamer that conveyed pleasure-seekers, but to secure passages in a cargo vessel which was crossing with supplies.

To Lorna the mode of conveyance was immaterial; she would have sailed cheerfully on a raft if necessary.

She rather enjoyed the picturesque Neapolitan tramp steamer with its cargo of wine barrels and packing cases, and its crew of bare-footed, red-capped seamen, talking and gesticulating with all the excitability of their Southern temperament.

The voyage across the blue bay was longer than that to Fossato, and she sat in a cozy nook among the casks, and watched first the white houses of Naples fading away, then the distant mountains of the coast, then the gay sails of the fishing craft that plied to and fro over the water.
It was sunset when they reached the beautiful island of Capri, a pink ethereal sunset that flooded headland and rock, orange orchard and vineyard, in a faint and luminous opal glow.

Their vessel anchored outside the quay of the Marina Grande, and signaled for a boat to take them off.