It was high time that he should go out in the world like the man that he was, acquainted with almost all the cities of the earth,--through his readings.
The money question did not worry him any.

Dona Cinta had it in abundance and it was easy to find her bunch of keys.

An old and slow-going steamer, commanded by one of his father's friends, had just entered port and the following day would weigh anchor for Italy.
This sailor accepted the son of his old comrade without any traveling papers.

He would arrange all irregularities with his friends in Genoa.
Between captains they ought to exchange such services, and Ulysses Ferragut, who was awaiting his son in Naples (so Esteban told him), would not wish to waste time just because of some ridiculous, red tape formality.
Telemachus with a thousand pesetas in his pocket, extracted from a work box which his mother used as a cash box, embarked the following day.

A little suit-case, taken from his home with deliberate and skillful precaution, formed his entire baggage.
From Genoa he went to Rome, and from there to Naples, with the foolhardiness of the innocent, employing Spanish and Catalan words to reinforce his scanty Italian vocabulary acquired at the opera.