Noticing the dismay on the faces of the men in the company, he mentioned that the supply was unlimited, and that more would be brought in hot from the pan as required. The Queen called for _lachrime Christi_, saying, "To dine at the foot of Vesuvio and not drink _lachrime Christi_, would be worse than being at Rome and not seeing St. Peter's." "_Vulite roba buona?_"[5] asked mine host, not in the least knowing who she was, but gathering from her appearance that she was rich enough to like his best. [5] "Would you like good stuff?" "_Si, signor_," she replied, with a little smile at the fellow's naïve ignorance. Never before had a royal party dined more economically: including the "capital stuff," the bill did not come up to seven carlins a head--half a crown perhaps of our money. And when the bill was brought, or rather the amount named--for in these humble _trattorie_ they save the expense of bill-paper--she ordered an equal amount to be added to it, with the good wishes of their Majesties of the Two Sicilies. The man was aghast, until he had a nudge from Caracciolo: "Don't you see that it is Her Majesty, _Pasquale_?" And then we had the civility and obeisances which would have spoiled the whole fun of the feast if our incognito had been betrayed earlier. And My Lady, in particular, had enjoyed herself mightily: she loved new dishes, and vowed that she would have pork fry and those little sand-fish done in oil at her next supper at the Embassy. We did well in stopping. A heavenly evening had succeeded the storm and shower; the latter had precipitated every azotic impurity in the atmosphere, and imparted to it a fresh supply of oxygen; a luxuriant vernal vegetation exhaled its perfumes more freely--it was a treat to breathe! A brilliant moon assisted to conduct us safely and pleasantly through Portici to the Castel del Carmine; and, skirting the shore past the Immacolata, we rounded the Castel Nuovo to the Royal Palace, where we drew up in a kind of salute while the Queen entered, and then dispersed to our several destinations. CHAPTER XIII.--Of the Supper at the Palace that followed.