When the day broadened they perceived that they were in the midst of the ruins of an ancient Roman city, overgrown with bush and tree. Around them lay, amid beds of nettles and great dock leaves, and darnel and tangles of briars, and tall foxgloves and deadly nightshade, the broken pillars of a marble temple.  This had been the fair house, lit with lamps, wherein they had sat at feast.  Close beside them were scattered the white fragments of the image of the beautiful Temptress.