Book 6

, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: BYE AND BYE I CAME UPON A POLENTA-SHOP IN THE CLOUDS, WHERE AN OLD FRENCHMAN WITH AN UMBRELLA LIKE A FADED TROPICAL LEAF (IT HAD NOT RAINED IN NAPLES FOR SIX WEEKS) WAS STARING AT NOTHING AT ALL, WITH A SNUFF-BOX IN HIS HAND--