From you I will conceal nothing, for you are good, you are compassionate.' And whilst he poured forth the story of his love, not without tears, Silvia gave sympathetic attention.

The lady Petronilla had never been one of her intimates, nor was the deacon Leander among those ecclesiastics whom she most reverenced.

When Basil had told all, her reply was ready.

All she could do would be to endeavour to learn whether Veranilda remained in the charge of Petronilla's confederate, or had been given up to the Greeks.

From conversation she had heard, Silvia inclined to this belief, that Bessas and his subordinates were still vainly seeking.
'I can make you no promise, good Basil; but I will take counsel with my husband (whom you can trust as you trust me), and see if indeed anything may be learnt.' The lover kissed her hands in ardent gratitude.