And Guido's heart was filled with wisdom.
Then a vase appeared which was of bronze, then of silver, then of gold; from it issued clouds of incense of cinnamon and of myrrh.
And Guido's heart was filled with adorations.
Then uprose a tower of ivory and other visions, then a resplendent portal which Guido recognized as the portal of heaven, and he commenced to wonder whether this adventure would not finish as speciously as his adventure with Pavona.
Yet his heart was filled with joy.
"No, no, no. I belong to the angels. Die, become an angel, throw off this flesh which would soil me, assume the celestial form, and we shall see, Guido. Remember that I am inviolate. I repeat, I belong to the angels.... You have seen this!"
And with this last irony, the Most Prudent Virgin disappeared, as she had come, through the lock.
An aromatic odor filled the cell. Guido delightedly inhaled these virginal remains, then told himself:
"She is right, I must die. Besides, I owe her a visit."