Without stopping anywhere, the two friends traveled straight to the coral island. And as soon as they reached it, they turned straight to the place where Beluga lived. They found every one healthy and happy and overjoyed to see them.
Tursio asked Pinocchio to tell him all his adventures, and the boy was only too happy to please him. He told of the seals, of the old ship, of the meeting with the octopus, of the battle on the high seas. But of his last adventure and of the loss of his pearls he said never a word.
“And then? Is that all?” asked Tursio.
“Yes; what else should there be?”
“You had a very pleasant voyage, then, after all.”
“Yes, a splendid voyage.”
“With no very unpleasant adventures?”
“No, none—well, yes, one; but it has been forgotten long ago.” Pinocchio was beginning to learn the value of truth.
“And what was that?”