Captain Ferragut was hungry.

He surveyed with the glance of an ogre the _cafe au lait_, the abundant bread, and the small pat of butter that the waiter brought him.

A very small portion for him!...

And while he was attacking all this with avidity, the door opened and Freya, rosy and fresh from a recent bath and clad like a man, entered the room.
The Hindu tunic had been replaced with masculine pyjamas of violet silk.

The pantaloons had the edges turned up over a pair of white Turkish slippers into which were tucked her bare feet.