"
After a moment of silence he added, in a lower tone, another "no" as
if in answer to his own thoughts. The thermometer had gone up to
thirty-seven point five; more than one degree since the evening before.
Should the fever increase, should there be danger of delirium, he would
send at once, to Bocca della Verita, even before five o'clock. It did
not seem probable the fever would increase rapidly, although that
thirty-seven point five had a black look.
He asked the invalid if the electric light troubled him. Benedetto
replied that materially it did not trouble him, but that spiritually
it did, because it prevented his seeing the sky, the starry night.
"_Illuminatio mea,_" said he, softly.
The Professor did not understand, and made him repeat the words. Then he
asked him what his light was, and the feeble voice murmured,
_"Nox."_
Mayda was not familiar with the Psalms, with the profound word of that
ancient Hebrew, to whom our little sun seemed dark, the sun which
conceals the higher world. He understood, without understanding.
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