The others are wandering, we hardly know where.

We shall not go ashore in Leghorn.

We are surfeited with Italian cities for the present, and much prefer to walk the familiar quarterdeck and view this one from a distance.
The stupid magnates of this Leghorn government can not understand that so large a steamer as ours could cross the broad Atlantic with no other purpose than to indulge a party of ladies and gentlemen in a pleasure excursion.

It looks too improbable.

It is suspicious, they think.
Something more important must be hidden behind it all.