The first night, the captain enjoyed the selfish delights of resting alone.

He was living among men....

And he appreciated the satisfaction chastity offered with all the enchantments of novelty.
The second night, in the narrow and noisome cabin of the skipper, he felt wakeful because of the memories that were again springing up.

Oh, Freya!...

When would he ever see her again?
The count and he conversed little, but passed long hours together, seated at the side of the wheel looking out on the sea.