They are waiting for me." And she went out from the Aquarium followed by Ferragut, still stammering and tremulous.

The questions and petitions with which he pursued her while crossing the promenade were of no avail.
"So far and no further," she said at one of the cross streets of Chiaja.

"We shall see one another....

I formally promise you that....
Now leave me." And she disappeared with the firm step of a handsome huntress, as serene of countenance as though not recalling the slightest recollection of her primitive, passional paroxysm.
This time she fulfilled her promise.

Ferragut saw her every day.
They met in the mornings near the hotel, and sometimes she came down into the dining-room, exchanging smiles and glances with the sailor, who fortunately was sitting at a distant table.