No one was ever able to find the _Triton's_ body.
Ferragut recalled the cortege of Aphrodite which the doctor had so often described to him on summer evenings, by the light of the far-away gleam of the lighthouse.

Perhaps he had come upon that gay retinue of nereids, joining it forever! This absurd supposition that Ulysses mentally formulated with a sad and incredulous smile, frequently recurred in the simple thoughts of many of the people of the _Marina_.
They refused to believe in his death.

A wizard is never drowned.

He must have found down below something very interesting and when he got tired of living in the green depths, he would probably some day come swimming back home.
No: the _Dotor_ had not died.
And for many years afterwards the women who were going along the coast at nightfall would quicken their steps, crossing themselves upon distinguishing on the dark waters a bit of wood or a bunch of sea weed.
They feared that suddenly would spring forth the _Triton_, bearded, dripping, spouting, returning from his excursion into the mysterious depths of the sea..