Nevertheless, through professional honor, she told him that the blonde _signora_, the younger and more attractive one, had thought of him on going away, leaving his baggage in the porter's room.
Ulysses hastened to disappear.

He would soon send some one to collect those valises.

And taking another carriage, he betook himself to the _albergo_ of S.Lucia....

What an unexpected blow! The porter made a gesture of surprise and astonishment upon seeing him enter.

Before Ferragut could inquire for Freya, with the vague hope that she might have taken refuge in the hotel, this man gave him some news.
"Captain, your son has been here waiting for you." The captain stuttered in dismay, "What son ?..." The man with the embroidered keys brought the register, showing him one line, "Esteban Ferragut, Barcelona." Ulysses recognized his son's handwriting, and at the same time his heart was oppressed with indefinable anguish.
Surprise made him speechless, and the porter took advantage of his silence to continue speaking.