It is ended forever!..." She said this repeatedly before returning to her hotel.

And he thought of it during all the wakeful night between agonizing attacks of nightmare.

When the morning was well advanced the bugles of the _bersaglieri_ awakened him from a heavy sleep.
He paid his bill in the manager's office and gave a last tip to the porter, telling him that a few hours later a man from the ship would come for his baggage.
He was happy, with the forced happiness of one obliged to accommodate himself to circumstances.

He congratulated himself upon his liberty as though he had gained this liberty of his own free will and it had not been imposed upon him by her scorn.

Since the memory of the preceding day pained him, putting him in a ridiculous and gross light, it was better not to recall the past.
He stopped in the street to take a last look at the hotel.