"Courage, courage! We will take a room; we can rest. We will see nothing, hear nothing more. I, too, am exhausted with fatigue and my head feels tired."
He added, smiling:
"Aren't you a little hungry?"
She responded to his smile. He added again, evoking the remembrance of the old hotel of Ludovic Togni:
"It will be as it was at Albano. Do you remember?"
It seemed to him that she was becoming a little calmer. He wanted to bring her to a state of light and joyous thoughts. He said:
"What has become of Pancrace? Ah! if we had one of his oranges. Do you remember? I do not know what I would give for an orange. Are you very thirsty? Are you suffering?"
"No.... I feel better.... I can hardly believe that the torture is over.... My God! I shall never forget this day, never—never!"
"Poor soul!"
He tenderly kissed her hands. Then, pointing to the vegetation that bordered the road: