It's settled now....
The thing now is to get her to the hotel." They roamed on for nearly an hour, fancying that only a few minutes had passed by.
Approaching the gardens of the _Villa Nazionale_, near the Aquarium, they stopped an instant.

There were fewer people and more life here than in the road to Posilipo.

They avoided the electric lights of the _Via Caracciolo_ reflected in the sea,--the two instinctively approaching a bench, and seeking the ebony shade of the trees.
Freya had suddenly become very composed.

She appeared annoyed at herself for her languor during the walk.

Finding herself near the hotel, she recovered her energy as though in the presence of danger.
"Good-by, Ulysses! We shall see each other again to-morrow....