His senses were becoming blunted with so many indulgences mechanically repeated.

Besides, a monstrous debilitation was making him think in self-defense of the tranquil life of the hearth.

He timidly began calculating the time of his seclusion.

How long had he been living with her ?...

His confused and crowded memory besought her aid.
"Fifteen days," replied Freya.
Again he persisted in his calculations, and she affirmed that only three weeks had passed by since his steamer had left Naples.
"I shall have to go," said Ulysses hesitatingly.