Ulysses, I am speaking to you seriously,--with all the frankness that wine gives.

I ought not to tell you so, but I admit it....

If I should ever love a man, that man would be you." Ferragut instantly forgot all his irritation in order to listen to her and envelop her in the adoring light of his eyes.

Freya averted her glance while speaking, not wishing to meet his eye, as though she were weighing what she was saying while her glance wandered over the widespread landscape.
Ulysses' origin was what interested her most.

She who had traveled over almost the entire world, had trodden the soil of Spain only a few hours, when disembarking in Barcelona from the transatlantic liner which he had commanded.