So saying, Giulietta courtesied archly and laughed, showing her white, shiny teeth, which looked as bright as pearls.
Agnes sat down on one of the velvet couches, and leaned her head on her hand.
"Come, now, let me bring you some supper," said Giulietta. "What say you to a nice roast fowl and a bottle of wine?
"How can you speak of such things in the holy time of Lent?" said Agnes.
"Oh, never you fear about that! Our holy Father Stefano sets such matters right for any of us in a twinkling, and especially would he do it for you."
"Oh, but Giulietta, I don't want anything. I couldn't eat, if I were to try."
"Ta, ta, ta!" said Giulietta, going out. "Wait till you smell it. I shall be back in a little while."
And she left the room, locking the door after her.
In a few moments she returned, bearing a rich silver tray, on which was a covered dish that steamed a refreshing odor, together with a roll of white bread, and a small glass flacon containing a little choice wine.
By much entreaty and coaxing, Agnes was induced to partake of the bread, enough to revive her somewhat after the toils of the day; and then, a little reassured by the familiar presence of Giulietta, she began to undress, her former companion officiously assisting her.