The sailor guessed that during the night they had been discussing him while he, under the same roof, had been struggling uselessly, before falling asleep, to concentrate his recollections.
He never knew with certainty just how the conversation began.

He found himself suddenly talking in English with the younger one, just as on the preceding morning.

She, with the audacity that quickly makes the best of a dubious situation, asked him if he was a sailor.

And upon receiving an affirmative response, she then asked if he was Spanish.
"Yes, Spanish." Ferragut's answer was followed by a triumphant glance toward the chaperone, who seemed to relax a little and lose her hostile attitude.
And for the first time she smiled upon the captain with her mouth of bluish-rose color, her white skin sprinkled with yellow, and her glasses of phosphorescent splendor.
Meanwhile, the young woman was talking on and on, verifying her extraordinary powers of memory.
She had traveled all over the world without forgetting a single one of the places which she had seen.

She was able to repeat the titles of the eighty great hotels in which those who make the world's circuit may stay.