5 A.M.
`` Dad and I went there on our honeymoon , years and years ago , and traveled all the way from Naples by a terrible little jolting train that carried cattle-trucks and luggage-trucks as well as passenger carriages . I sha n't ever forget that journey . We had to leave the station at 6.30 and when we came downstairs we found it was a pouring wet day . It was only the fact that the sleepy looking waiter at our hotel must have roused himself at 5 A.M. to prepare our coffee , and that we did not like to ask him to do it again another morning , that forced us to set off in the rain . I never felt so disinclined for an excursion in my life . Dad said afterwards if I 'd given him the least hint he 'd have joyfully relinquished it , but each thought the other wanted to go , so off we set . All the way to Cava it simply streamed , and we sat in our corners of the carriage secretly calling ourselves idiots , and wondering how we were going to look over temples in a deluge .