It was an agreeable diversion for the weeks that he had to spend in Naples, but why keep it up when she was fatiguing him in such an insufferable way ?...
"All is ended," he said again, clenching his hands.
And the following day he was waiting outside of the hotel just as on other days.

Then he would go for his customary stroll, afterwards entering the Aquarium in the same, old hope of seeing her before the tanks of the cuttlefish.
He finally met her there one morning, about midday.

He had been over to his boat and on returning entered, through force of habit, sure that at this hour he would find nobody but the employees feeding the fishes.
His dazzled eyes were affected with almost instantaneous blindness before becoming accustomed to the shadows of the greenish galleries....
And when the first images began to be vaguely outlined on his retina, he stepped hastily backward, so great was his surprise.
He couldn't believe it and raised his hand to his eyes as though wishing to clarify his vision with an energetic rubbing.

Was that really Freya ?...

Yes, it was she, dressed in white, leaning on the bar of iron that separated the tanks from the public, looking fixedly at the glass which covered the rocky cavern like a transparent door.