‘Yes, if I win fifty thousand dollars in the lottery,’ said the head tax collector’s lady, ‘then we will travel. I and my daughter, and you, Mr Alfred; you must be our guide. We’ll all three travel together, and one or two good friends more.’ And she nodded in such a friendly way at the company, that each one might imagine he or she was the person who was to be taken to Italy. ‘Yes, we will go to Italy! But not to those parts where there are robbers – we’ll keep to Rome, and to the great high roads where one in safe.’