CHAPTER XLIX.
FTER awhile, when some calm had in a measure succeeded to that intoxication of wonder and of thanksgiving, he went within and called to her.
Her voice answered him from the innermost chamber, where was the coffin of Joconda.
'I am tired, she said gently; 'let me rest.'
'But tell me, tell me once more,' he urged with nervous eagerness; 'this is true? Beyond doubt? What is it you have seen?'
'What I said. It is printed on the walls. Take the boat and go. You will see and hear what I have said.'
'You are sure it is no snare?'
