Matho suppressed a cry.

"Ah! there she is! there she is!" he stammered out.

Spendius took up the lamp in order to light himself.
"What an impious man you are!" murmured Matho, following him nevertheless.
The apartment which they entered had nothing in it but a black painting representing another woman.

Her legs reached to the top of the wall, and her body filled the entire ceiling; a huge egg hung by a thread from her navel, and she fell head downwards upon the other wall, reaching as far as the level of the pavement, which was touched by her pointed fingers.
They drew a hanging aside, in order to go on further; but the wind blew and the light went out.
Then they wandered about, lost in the complications of the architecture.
Suddenly they felt something strangely soft beneath their feet.

Sparks crackled and leaped; they were walking in fire.