Animated by the hope of a new bill, the flunkey would go to the telephone and inquire of the servants on the upper floor.

And then with a sad and obsequious smile, as though lamenting his own words: "The _signora_ is not in.

The _signora_ has passed the night outside of the _albergo_." And Ferragut would go away furious.
Sometimes he would go to see how the repairs were getting on in his boat,--an excellent pretext for venting his wrath on somebody.

On other mornings he would go to the garden of the beach of Chiaja,--to the very same places through which he had strolled with Freya.

He was always looking for her to appear from one moment to another.