After a week passed in the doctor's home, he would sometimes suppose that the sweet sequestration had been but forty-eight hours long, at others that nearly a month had flitted by.
They went out very little.

The mornings slipped away insensibly between the late awakening and preparations for a breakfast made by themselves.
If it was necessary to go after some eatable forgotten the day before, it was she who took charge of the expedition, wishing to keep him from all contact with outside life.
The afternoons were afternoons of the harem, passed upon the divan or stretched on the floor.

In a low voice she would croon Oriental songs, incomprehensible and mysterious.

Suddenly she would spring up impetuously like a spring that is unwound, like a serpent that uncoils itself, and would begin to dance, almost without moving her feet, waving her lithe limbs....

And he would smile with stupefied infatuation, extending a right hand toward an Arabian tabaret, covered with bottles.
Freya took even greater care of the supply of liquor than of things to eat.