To her, Captain Ferragut was a species of invulnerable and victorious demon who was escaping all dangers and murdering the servants of a good cause.
First von Kramer; now Karl....

As it was necessary for her to vent her wrath on somebody, she had made Freya responsible for all her misfortunes.

Through her she had known the captain, and had mixed him up in the affairs of the "service." Thirst for vengeance made the imposing dame smile with a ferocious expression.

The Spanish sailor was doomed by the Highest Command.
Precise orders had been given out against him.

"As to his accomplices!..." Freya was figuring undoubtedly among these accomplices for having dared to defend Ferragut, for remembering the tragic event of his son, for having refused to join the chorus desiring his extermination.
Weeks afterwards the doctor again became as smiling and as amiable as in other times.