I have matters of some importance to attend to.' 'With your leave,' echoed Heliodora, 'I will detain you yet a little.
For you, Basilidion, there is only one matter of importance, and it may be that I can serve you better therein than any you esteem your graver friends.

There, now, I see your face.

Holy Mary I how wan and worn it is.

From my heart I pity you, Basilidion.

Come now, tell me the story.
I have heard fifty versions, some credible, some plain fable.