But there is another honour that I covet for you, an honour above all that the world can bestow.

In these sad times, Maximus, the Church has need of strengthening.

You have no children--' A glance from the listener checked her, and, before she could resume, Maximus interposed in a low voice: 'I have yet a daughter.' 'A daughter ?' exclaimed Petronilla, troubled, confused, scarce subduing indignation.
'It is better I should tell you,' continued her brother, with some sternness, resulting from the efforts to command himself, 'that Basil is gone to Cumae to see Aurelia, and, if it may be, to lead her to me.
Perhaps even now'-- he pointed to the sea--'they are on the way hither.
Let us not speak of it, Petronilla,' he added in a firmer tone.

'It is my will; that must suffice.

Of you I ask nothing save silence.' The lady arose.