Roger was gazing in delight at the scene, when Cuitcatl's voice saluted him.
"So you are up betimes; are you ready for your bath, or will you take some chocolate first ?" "Bath first, please," Roger replied; and his guide led the way across the large room and, drawing a hanging aside, showed Roger into a bathroom.
The walls and floors were entirely covered with marble.

In the center was a bath, some seven feet square, with a stream of water running into it from the mouth of a grotesque animal's head.
"Every apartment has its bathroom," Cuitcatl said.

"The water runs for an hour after sunrise only, but it can be turned on at any hour.

It seems a waste, but we are far above the lower portion of the garden, and the water therefore runs into a tank and thence works the fountains there.

Would you like your attendant to rub you in the bath, or when you come out of it?
For both methods are in use with us." Roger declined both alternatives, and it was not very long before he rejoined his companion in the central apartment.