"There is, it seems, to be some kind of a gala for the men of the fleet at Virgil's tomb, on the face of the Hill of Pausilippo, which is to be decorated with many lamps and 'N.V.' in roses, the V. representing Victory and not Virgil--who is, however, esteemed a great witch among the _lazzaroni_. I was glad to be rid of the good Tom, for in a minute he would have been busying in to close the windows. Naples and the _mal' aria_ spell the same thing to him; and it was so heavenly to see the large open squares of dark-blue starlit sky as I was sitting at my table intending to confess to you, Pen. But no confessions would come, so I rose and walked to the windows, from the right hand of which I could distinctly see the glare of the lamps, with which they were decorating Virgil in my honour, in his vineyard on the hill of Pausilippo, and the crescent of flickering lights from the Cape to the end of the Thuilleries. But the other interested me more, for from it I could see the calm, gently-heaving sea, with the lanterns of the fisher-boats bobbing round the rocks, and the flashing port-holes of my squadron, and a broad shaft of moonlight on the water, which made Capri just visible at the far end, and seemed to bring out every stone in the lofty walls of the strong Castle of Uovo and the long narrow drawbridge from the Castle to the gate-tower, and the gate-tower to the shore. And, much as in my heart I despise Naples for the lightness with which she gives herself over to fiddling and illuminations the moment the darkness, which the Neapolitans love as other people love the light, supervenes, I must confess that it added greatly to the gaiety of the scene upon which I looked. "As I stood by the window, half angry, half adoring the Naples which has made me so happy with the first perfect companionship my life has known, I felt a hand upon my shoulder, a woman's face against my neck. "'My Nelson,' she said, 'the room where I had crooned Sir William asleep was dark, and the moonbeams came in, and I remember how I deprived you two nights ago, and I came to this room, which is the only one that sweeps the Bay, to share the moonlight with you. Say that you would not have cared for it so much without me.' "I did not speak--my heart was too full for words; but one can say without words the deepest things in one's nature, and as I stood with my hand round her side, she continued: