When meeting German-looking people on the street, he would glare at them menacingly.

Was he perhaps one of those charged with killing him ?...

Then he would pass on, regretting his irritation, sure that they were tradesmen from South America, apothecaries or bank employees undecided whether to return to their home on the other side of the ocean, or to await in Barcelona the always-near triumph of their Emperor.
Finally the captain began to ridicule Freya's recommendations.
"Just her lies!...

Inventions in order to engage my interest again and make me take her with me! Ah, the old fraud!" One morning, as he was stepping out on the deck of his steamer, Toni approached him with a mysterious air, his face assuming an ashy pallor.
When they reached the saloon at the stern, the mate spoke in a low voice, looking around him.
The night before he had gone ashore in order to visit the theater.

All of Toni's literary tastes and his emotions were concentrated in vaudeville.