"Here," said the servant at last, "is the apartment of Your Highnesses."
The multicolored door truly glowed with flames, for it was of silver and studded with diamonds.
"It is heaven's door," said Pavona. "I wish to open it myself."
She entered first, holding Guido by the hand.
There was a very agreeable blue dimness in the chamber: the couch, at the end, defined itself under heavy draperies.
Fondlings and caressings: Guido felt himself burn with desire, and Pavona, quite determined, returned his kisses, ardor for ardor.
"I love you," Guido cried.
Pavona opened her eyes.
They were fearful. They were like the eyes designed on the plumes of a peacock, a white peacock.
Guido swooned and awoke in his cell, an assassin, a thief, a perjurer.