“Even so, my daughter and my sister. Yonder is the House of Salvation, where I will confine you with my own hands.” Soon they saw a number of women busy around the buildings, like bees round their hives. There were some who baked bread, or prepared vegetables; many were spinning wool, and the light of heaven shone upon them like a smile of God. Others meditated in the shade of the tamarisk trees; their white hands hung by their sides, for, being filled with love, they had chosen the part of Magdalen, and performed no work but prayer, contemplation, and ecstasy. They were, therefore, called the Marys, and were clad in white. Those who worked with their hands were called the Marthas, and wore blue robes. All wore the hood, but the younger ones allowed a few curls to show on their foreheads--unintentionally, it is to be presumed, since it was forbidden by the rules. A very old lady, tall and white, walked from cell to cell, leaning on a staff of hard wood. Paphnutius approached her respectfully, kissed the hem of her veil, and said-- “The peace of the Lord be with thee, venerable Albina. I have brought to the hive, of which thou art queen, a bee I found lost on a flowerless road. I took it in the palm of my hand, and revived it with my breath. I give it to thee.” And he pointed to the actress, who knelt down before the daughter of the Caesars. Albina cast a piercing glance on Thais, ordered her to rise, kissed her on the forehead, and then, turning to the monk-- “We will place her,” she said, “amongst the Marys.” Paphnutius then related how Thais had been brought to the House of Salvation, and asked that she should be at once confined in a cell. The abbess consented, and led the penitent to a hut, which had remained empty since the death of the virgin Laeta, who had sanctified it. In this narrow chamber there was but a bed, a table, and a pitcher, and Thais when she crossed the threshold, felt filled with ineffable joy. “I wish to close the door myself,” said Paphnutius, “and put thereon a seal, which Jesus will come and break with His own hands.” He went to the side of the spring, and took a handful of wet clay, mixed with it a little spittle and a hair from his head, and plastered it across the chink of the door. Then, approaching the window, near which Thais stood peaceful and happy, he fell on his knees and praised the Lord three times. “How beautiful are the feet of her who walketh in the paths of righteousness! How beautiful are her feet, and how resplendent her face!” He rose, lowered his hood over his eyes, and walked away slowly. Albina called one of her virgins. “My daughter,” she said, “take to Thais those things which are needful for her--bread, water, and a flute with three holes.” PART THE THIRD -- THE EUPHORBIA