This vulgar fellow was going to spoil with his presence the longed-for meeting.
Perhaps he was hanging around just to see and to know....

And taking advantage of one of his brief absences, Ulysses went off down the long _Via Partenope_, following the parapet that extends along the coast, pretending to be interested in everything that he met, but without losing sight of the door of the hotel.
He stopped before the oystermen's stands, examining the valves of pearly shells piled up on the shelves, the baskets of oysters from Fusaro and the enormous conch-shells in whose hollow throats, according to the peddlers, the distant roll of the sea was echoing like a haunting memory.

One by one he looked at all the motor launches, the little regatta skiffs, the fishing barks, and the coast schooners anchored in the quiet harbor of the island _dell' Ova_.

He stood a long time quietly watching the gentle waves that were combing their foam on the rocks of the dikes under the horizontal fishing rods of various fishermen.
Suddenly he saw Freya following the avenue beside the houses.

She recognized him at once and this discovery made her stop near a street-opening, hesitating whether to continue on or to flee toward the interior of Naples.