No word fell from their lips, but nevertheless he knew that the six maidens were offering him, in those six silver goblets, an elixir of life, of health, of pleasure.
He felt a distressing, mortal fear of them; still he could not remove his glance from the shining goblets, from the lovely, grave faces bending over them.

He strove to close his eyes, and could not; strove to cry out to God, and could not.

At last the six dancing-girls inclined the goblets towards him, and six flowing ribbons of liquor streamed through the air.

"Just as I did, at Praglia!" the sleeper thought, confusing persons in his clouded, mind.

Then everything disappeared, and he saw Jeanne before him.