And she filled a bowl full with a gesture of childish greediness, and she swallowed the first spoonful hastily.
"I have never tasted anything more delicious!"
She called Candia to praise her work.
"Candia! Candia!"
The woman showed herself at the foot of the stairway, laughing:
"Does the soup please you, signora?"
"It is perfect."
"May it change into good blood for you!"
And the naïve laughter of the enceinte woman arose in the still air.
George took part in this gayety, and showed it. The sudden change in his humor was evident. He poured out some wine, and drank it at a gulp. He made an effort to conquer his repugnance to eat, that repugnance which, latterly, had become so serious that at times he could not bear the sight of underdone meat.