The doctor took it all in with her gleaming glasses.
"A country of bandits," she said, clenching her fists.

"Country of mandolin-twangers, without honor and without gratitude!..." The girl laughed at this outburst with that hilarity of light-heartedness in which no impressions are durable, considering as of no importance anything which does not bear directly upon its own egoism.
From a few words that the two ladies let fall, Ulysses inferred that they had been living in Rome and had only been in Naples a short time, perhaps against their will.

The younger one was well acquainted with the country, and her companion was taking advantage of this enforced journey in order to see what she had so many times admired in books.
The three alighted in the station of Battipaglia in order to take the train for Paestum.

It was a rather long wait, and the sailor invited them to go into the restaurant, a little wooden shanty impregnated with the double odor of resin and wine.
This shack reminded both Ferragut and the young woman of the houses improvised on the South American deserts; and again they began to speak of their oceanic voyage.

She finally consented to satisfy the captain's curiosity.
"My husband was a professor, a scholar like the doctor....