There only remained four hours before the boat's departure, and Ulysses, after collecting his valises and sending them aboard, took a last stroll through all the places where he had lived with Freya.

Adieu, gardens of the _Villa Nazionale_ and white Aquarium!...

Farewell, _albergo_!...
His son's mysterious presence in Naples had intensified his disgust at the German girl's flight.

He thought sadly of lost love, but at the same time he thought with dolorous suspense of what might greet him when reentering his home.
A little before sunset the French steamer weighed anchor.

It had been many years since Ulysses had sailed as a simple passenger.