The sea, which from the lowlands had looked like a narrow blue band, now appeared immense and luminous,--a solitary sea with a feather-like crest of smoke, without a sail, given completely over to the sea-gulls.
The doctor walked stiffly ahead of them, still ill-humored about the guide's remark and consulting the pages of her guide book.

Behind her Ulysses came close up to Freya, recalling their former contact.
He thought that it would be an easy matter now to get possession of this capricious and free-mannered woman.

"Sure thing, Captain!" The rapid triumphs that he had always had in his journeys assured him that there was not the slightest doubt of success.

It was enough for him to see the widow's smile, her passionate eyes, and the little tricks of malicious coquetry with which she responded to his gallant advances.
"Forward, sea-wolf!"...

He took her hand while she was speaking of the beauty of the solitary sea, and the hand yielded without protest to his caressing fingers.