It seems less a question than a soft, gentle way of pointing out that Enoshi 
has not been to see her for almost a week. Perhaps she has felt a bit lonely. 
Half a dozen explanations run through Enoshi’s mind—his work, his family, the
house, other concerns—but to a woman like Frédérique these would seem like mere
excuses. For her, love is paramount, and whoever she chooses to grace with that 
love means more, far more, than any job, than family, more than anything else in 
the world. Enoshi can imagine only one reply.