“The spiritual!”
She laughed a little harsh laugh; and added sharply:
“Come, master Aubrey—we know each other too well to make it worth while to lie—it deceives neither ourselves nor the other; wherefore then the intention of it?... I would only ask you not to love the other woman before me——”
She was seized with a violent fit of coughing.
“Come,” she said hoarsely, “this air is killing me—I must have warmth—I am starving, body and soul.”
“The tavern of The Golden Sun does not close till daybreak,” he said sullenly.
She laughed sadly:
“Yes,” she said—“they turn life upside down—the artists—like the religious....” She sighed consent. “All right. We will go there.”
They passed Noll, where he leaned against the parapet of the bridge, almost touching him.
He roused moodily and followed the sound of their footsteps in the pitchy murk.