The Pet and the Masters rode back, a feeling of quiet wonderment shared by the three of them.

"Is it always like this?" asked the Irishman in something like amazement.

"Is what? What are you talking about, O'Grady?" asked Bianca as she sighed in pleasure, for she felt strangely exhausted. The Masters had made her sit in such a way that her feet were in the Irishman's lap. He had taken off her sandals and was massaging her soles gently.

"Saint?" she went on, for O'Grady had ...