She is very much interested in you because she knows that I love you, my pirate!" After having arranged the hour of meeting, Freya wished to depart.

But before returning to her launch, she felt curious to inspect the boat, just as she Had examined the saloon and the staterooms.
With the air of a reigning princess, preceded by the captain and followed by the officials, she went over the two decks, entered the galleries of the engine room and the four-sided abyss of the hatchways, sniffing the musty odor of the hold.

On the bridge she touched with childish enthusiasm the large brass hood of the binnacle and other steering instruments glistening as though made of gold.
She wished to see the galley and invaded Uncle Caragol's dominions, putting his formal lines of casseroles into lamentable disorder, and poking the tip of her rosy little nose into the steam arising from the great stew in which was boiling the crew's mess.
The old man was able to see her close with his half-blind eyes.

"Yes, indeed, she was pretty!" The frou-frou of her skirts and the frequent little clashes that he had with her in her comings and goings, perturbed the apostle.

His _chef_-like, sense of smell made him feel annoyed by the perfume of this lady.