The arm with the sword now reached aloft, and about her figure blew the free winds. “So high,” he said to himself, and although he still had no thoughts of leaving, he found himself being pushed gradually toward the rail by an ever-swelling throng of porters. In passing a young man whom he knew from the voyage said: “So you don’t feel like getting off yet?” “Oh, I’m ready all right,” said Karl with a laugh, and in his exuberance, sturdy lad that he was, he lifted his trunk up on his shoulders. But looking out over his acquaintance, who swung his walking stick several times as he set off with the other passengers, he realized that he had forgotten his umbrella below deck. Quickly he asked his acquaintance, who seemed not at all pleased, whether he would be so kind as to wait there for a moment with his trunk, surveyed the scene quickly so he could find his bearings on his return, and hurried off. Downstairs he was disappointed to find a passageway that would have certainly shortened his path blocked off for the first time, probably on account of all those disembarking passengers, and was obliged to make his way laboriously through numerous small rooms, corridors that constantly turned off, many short stairs in rapid succession and an empty room with an abandoned desk, until at last, having gone that way only once or twice and always in company, he had quite lost his way.
