In fact, the surgeon was not mistaken, for the Count rapidly recovered; ere long he was able to rise, and at the end of a few days, were it not for a cadaverous pallor spread over his face, and which he ever retained, his strength seemed to have entirely come back to him. M. de Barmont steered his frigate up the Tagus, and anchored before Lisbon. So soon as the vessel was moored the Captain summoned the second in command to his cabin, and had a long conversation with him, after which he went ashore with Michael and Bowline. The frigate remained under the command of the first lieutenant: the Count had abandoned it for ever. This deed almost constituted a desertion; but M. de Barmont was resolved on returning to Cadiz at all hazards. During the few days that had elapsed since his conference with Michael, the Count had reflected, as he promised the sailor. The result of his reflections was, that Doña Clara had been deceived by the Duke like himself, and believed herself really married--indeed, the whole of the young lady's behaviour to him proved the fact. In desiring to insure his vengeance too thoroughly, the Duke had gone beyond his object: Doña Clara loved him, he felt certain of that. She had only obeyed her father under the constraint of force. This admitted, only one thing was left the Count to do; to return to Cadiz, collect information, find the Duke, and have a solemn explanation with him in his daughter's presence. This plan drawn up in his mind, the young man immediately set, about carrying it out, leaving the command of his vessel to the lieutenant, at the risk of destroying his career and being pursued as a traitor, as the war was raging between France and Spain. He freighted a coaster; and, followed by his two sailors, to whom he had frankly explained his intention, but who would not leave him, he returned to Cadiz. Thanks to the thorough knowledge of Spanish he possessed, the Count did not arouse any suspicions in that city, where it was easy for him to obtain the information he desired. The Duke had really set out for Madrid. The Count at once proceeded to that city. A gentleman of the importance of the Duc de Peñaflor, a grandee of Spain of the first class, a _caballero cubierto_, could not travel without leaving traces, especially when nothing led him to suspect that he was followed. Hence the Count had not the slightest difficulty in discovering the route he had taken, and he arrived at Madrid, persuaded that he should soon have with the Duke the explanation he so ardently desired. But his hopes were foiled. The Duke, after being honored with a private audience by the King, had set out for Barcelona. Fatality interfered, but the Count would not be baffled: he mounted his horse, crossed Spain, and arrived at Barcelona. The Duke had embarked for Naples on the previous day. This pursuit was assuming the proportions of an Odyssey: it seemed as if the Duke felt that he was being pursued.