To-morrow you shall know certainly what we are going to do." The solar face of Caragol was beaming beatifically without seeing anything, without hearing anything.

He had suspected something serious in the captain's arrival, his long interview alone with the mate, and the departure of the latter passing silent and scowling before the door of his galley.

Now the same presentiment advised him that a reconciliation between the two men whose figures he could only distinguish confusedly, must have taken place.

Blessed be the Christ of the Grao!...

And upon learning that the captain would remain aboard until afternoon, he set himself to the confection of one of his masterly rice-dishes in order to solemnize the return of peace.
A little before sunset Ulysses again found himself with his mistress in the hotel.