Then they took strolls and chatted together, Freya laughing good-naturedly at the amorous vows of the captain....

And that was all.
With a woman's skillfulness in sounding a man's depth and penetrating into his secrets,--keeping fast-locked and unapproachable her own,--she gradually informed herself of the incidents and adventures in the life of Ulysses.

Vainly he spoke, in a natural reciprocity, of the island of Java, of the mysterious dances before Siva, of the journeys through the lakes of the Andes.

Freya had to make an effort to recall them.

"Ah!...
Yes!" And after giving this distracted exclamation for every answer, she would continue the process of delving eagerly into the former life of her lover.