Sampiero was only vain!" "And after all is not jealousy a kind of vanity?
It is the vanity of love; will you not excuse it on account of its motive ?" Miss Lydia looked at him with an air of great dignity, and turning to the sailor, inquired when the schooner would reach port.
"The day after to-morrow," said he, "if the wind holds." "I wish Ajaccio were in sight already, for I am sick of this ship." She rose, took her maid's arm, and walked a few paces on the deck.

Orso stood motionless beside the helm, not knowing whether he had better walk beside her, or end a conversation which seemed displeasing to her.
"Blood of the Madonna, what a handsome girl!" said the sailor.

"If every flea in my bed were like her, I shouldn't complain of their biting me!" Miss Lydia may possibly have overheard this artless praise of her beauty and been startled by it; for she went below almost immediately.

Shortly after Orso also retired.

As soon as he had left the deck the maid reappeared, and, having cross-questioned the sailor, carried back the following information to her mistress.