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Naples, along the crest of Posilippo. At one point there is a 
small side lane scarcely negotiable by motor, and indeed 
hardly perceptible , as it branches from the main road so as to 
form an acute-angled "Y" with the foot towards Naples. But 
Virakam sprang excitedly to her feet, and told the chauffeur 
to drive down it. I was astonished, she being hysterically 
anxious to meet the train, and our time being already almost 
too short. But she swore passionately that the villa was down 
that lane. The road became constantly rougher and narrower . 
After some time, it came out on the open slope; a low stone 
parapet on the left protecting it. Again she sprang to her feet. 
"There," she cried, pointing with her finger, "is the Villa I 
saw in my dream!" I looked. No villa was visible. I said so. 
She had to agree; yet stuck to her point that she saw it. I 
subsequently returned to that spot and found that a short 
section of wall, perhaps 15 feet of narrow edge of masonry, is 
just perceptible through a gap in the vegetation. 
We drove on; we came to a tiny piazza, on one side of 
which was a church. "That is the square and the Church," she 
exclaimed, "that I saw in my dream!" 
We drove on. The lane became narrower, rougher, and 
steeper. Little more than 100 yards ahead it was completely 
"up," blocked with heaps of broken stone. The chauffeur 
protested that he would be able neither to tum the car nor to 
back it up to the square. Virakam, in a violent rage, insisted 
on proceeding. 
I shrugged my shoulders. I had got 
accustomed to these typhoons. 
We drove on a few yards. Then the chauffeur made up his 
mind to revolt, and stopped the car. On the left was a wide 
open gate through which we could see a gang of workmen 
engaged in pretending to repair a ramshackle villa. Virakam 
called the foreman and asked in broken Italian if the place 
was to let. He told her no; it was under repair. With crazy 
confidence she dragged him within and forced him to show 
her over the house. I sat in resigned disgust, not deigning to 
follow. Then my eyes suddenly saw down the garden, two 
trees close together. I stooped. Their tops appeared. They