Then she rose—but before they left the room, they closed the unpretentious double door upon the objects of a dead cult, left in the darkness of abandonment—the goblet without wine, the pyx without bread, and the consecrated host, whose polished metal case held naught within.
X
THE TERRACE
He was well aware that he needed no fever medicine, and that his fever did not come from the swamps.
She said no more about the drug, but as they stood on the landing and he was preparing to descend, she said:
“Suppose we go out on the terrace?”
Livette wished to prolong the tête-à-tête, to ascertain if, after her prayer, she would find her Renaud in him once more.
He placed his lamp on the floor at the top of the staircase, and, pushing open the door just above the last step, they both stood on the terrace that overlooks the whole château.