CHAPTER XVI.
'Can you bear it?
Can you be comfortable ?' said Lucy, in some dismay.
They were in one of the four or five bare rooms that had been given up to them.

A bed with a straw palliasse, one or two broken chairs, and bits of worm-eaten furniture filled what had formerly been one of a row of cells running along an upper corridor.

The floor was of brick and very dirty.
Against the wall a tattered canvas, a daub of St.Laurence and his gridiron, still recalled the former uses of the room.
They had given orders for a few comforts to be sent out from Orvieto, but the cart conveying them had not yet arrived.

Meanwhile Marie was crying in the next room, and the _contadina_ was looking on astonished and a little sulky.

The people who came from Orvieto never complained.