"What a lot of saints!" she exclaimed, looking at the long line of pious images on the wall, at the head of the bed.
"They must be covered."
"Yes, you are right."
Both had difficulty in finding words; both their voices were changed in tone; both of them trembled, agitated by irresistible desire, feeling almost faint at the thought of the approaching ecstasies.
They heard someone knock at the door of the staircase. George went into the loggia. It was Helen, Candia's daughter; she came to say that luncheon was ready.
"What do you wish to do?" said George, turning toward Hippolyte, irresolute, almost convulsed.
"Really, George, I have not the least appetite. I will eat this evening, if you'll let me."
In an agonized voice, George said:
"Come into your room. Everything is ready for your bath. Come!"
He led her into a room which he had covered all over with large rustic mats.