“They are both the same,” he said.
And then, most quietly and with a wild mænad-look in her eyes and about her lips, she sat down and:
“Good morning, Lovelace,” she said.
“Good morning, Madame.”
I could see that he was putting forth a great effort in order to master himself.
She turned to me and began to talk of the weather. With difficulty I met her gaze. Yes, there was a wild look in her eyes; it was as though she had learned some secret in the night. Though she sat quite calmly, she seemed to be shedding vitality all around her. Her presence quickened me. And the sound of her voice was both a lure and an excitement.
“I am going to Eleusis to-day,” I told her, “but I shall be back for dinner.”
“And what do you expect to find there?”
“Not very much, I’m afraid. Just a heap of broken marble.”
“But underneath the marble are the Mysteries—the Eleusinian Mysteries. Do you know what they were?”