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Updated: June 20, 2025
And Ferragut for some days believed that he was living just as in past years when he had not yet bought the Mare Nostrum and was planning to remain always ashore. Cinta was attentive to his wishes and obedient as a Christian wife ought to be. Her words and acts revealed a desire to forget, to make herself agreeable. But something was lacking that had made the past so sweet.
It was high time that he should go out in the world like the man that he was, acquainted with almost all the cities of the earth, through his readings. The money question did not worry him any. Doña Cinta had it in abundance and it was easy to find her bunch of keys.
He found her just as at parting, with her two nieces seated at her feet, making interminable, complicated blonde lace upon the cylindrical pillows supported on their knees. The only novelty of the captain's stay in this dwelling of monastic calm was that Don Pedro abstained from his visits. Cinta received her husband with a pallid smile. In that smile he suspected the work of time.
It was Cinta who could not listen any longer, and Ulysses felt flattered by her tears, her convulsive laments, her eyes widened with an expression of terror. Ferragut's mother had been greatly concerned regarding the future of this poor niece.
Blanes was entering local politics with the enthusiasm of a middle-class man for novel adventure. Cinta never said a word to influence her husband. She was the daughter of a sailor and had accepted the life of a sailor's wife.
As he listened to his mother's matrimonial schemes, Ulysses began to wonder which of a professor of rhetoric's bones a sailor might break without incurring too much responsibility. One day Cinta was looking all over the house for a dark, worn-out thimble that she had been using for many years. Suddenly she ceased her search, blushed and dropped her eyes.
Upon its return, the Mare Nostrum anchored at Barcelona to take on cloth for the army service, and other industrial articles of which the troops of the Orient stood in need. Ferragut did not make this trip for mercantile reasons. An affectionate interest was drawing him there.... He needed to see Cinta, feeling that in his soul the past was again coming to life.
"Why weep and get your mind overwrought with so many suppositions without foundation?... What you ought to do, my daughter, is to call in this Toni who is mate of the vessel; he must know all about it.... Perhaps he may tell you the truth." Esteban was told to hunt him up the following day, and he quickly noticed Toni's extreme disquietude upon learning that Doña Cinta wished to talk with him.
When Toni, from the deck of the vessel, saw the lad coming along the wharf the following morning, he was greatly tempted to hide himself.... "If Doña Cinta should call me again in order to question me!..." But he calmed himself with the thought that the boy was probably coming of his own free will to pass a few hours on the Mare Nostrum.
In reality they now seemed to him most dangerous brutes, and he wrote a letter to Cinta telling her that he would suspend his visits until her husband should have returned to sea. This insult increased the wife's distant bearing. She resented it as an offense against herself. After having made her lose her son, Ulysses was terrifying her only friend. The captain felt obliged to go.
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