"It must be a woman," he said to himself, upon seeing him installed in a hotel in Naples, and after feeling the effects of his bad humor in the fleeting appearances that he made on board.
Now, listening to Ferragut's jovial comments on his mate's tranquil life and philosophic sagacity, Toni again ejaculated mentally, without the captain's suspecting anything from his impassive countenance: "Now he has quarreled with the woman.

He has tired of her.

But better so!" He was more than ever confirmed in this belief on hearing Ferragut's plans.

As soon as the boat could be made ready, they were going to anchor in the commercial port.

He had been told of a certain cargo for Barcelona,--some cheap freight,--but that was better than going empty....