ing to
come to Anacapri for. But at the Bella Vista we would not feed you on
sunsets and cloud's milk alone. The little landlord and landlady cook
and wait on us, and I never tasted daintier dishes than they "create."

There are more things than sunsets and pines and cypresses to see too.
One takes walks all over the island. One goes to rival inns where rival
beauties dance the tarantella, and vie in announcements that Tiberius
amused himself by throwing victims in the sea from the exact site of
their houses. Oh, everything is Tiberius here. He is regarded by the
peasants as quite a modern person, whom you may meet in a dark night, if
you haven't murmured a prayer before the lovely white virgin in her
illuminated grotto of rock. Mothers say to their children, "If you do
that, Tiberius will catch you"; and the English colony of Capri quarrel
over the gentleman's character, on which there are differences of
opinion.

The most beautiful house I ever saw in my life is set on the brow of the
precipice at Anacapri; it is a dream-house; or else its owner rubbed a
lamp, and a genie gave it to him. It is long and low and white, and
filled with wonderful treasures which its possessor found under the
sea--spoil of Tiberius' buried palaces. The floors are paved with mosaic
of priceless coloured marble, which Tiberius brought from distant lands
for himself; a red sphinx, which Tiberius imported from Egypt crouches
on the marble wall, gazing over the cliffs and the sea; Tiberius'
statues in marble and bronze line the arched, open-air corridors.
There's nothing else like it in the world in these days, and few men
would be worthy to have it and to live there; but I think, from what I
hear, that the man who does live there _is_ worthy of it all.

You will find a rose and a spray of jasmine in this letter. I picked the
rose for you, in the pergola, and our landlady gave me the jasmine. I
wish I could send you more of the beauty of this magic island.

Your enchanted
Molly.

FROM JACK WINSTON TO LORD LANE

Taormina, Sicily,
_January 26_.

My dear Montie,

We are at Taormina! When I say that, I want you to realise that we have
arrived at the Most Beautiful Place in the world. Nothing less than
capital lett