But their purpose at length grew unmistakable; unhappy that he was, he himself loved Veranilda, and the vehemence of his passion overcame his loyalty in friendship; never whilst he lived should Basil wed the Gothic maiden.

This revelation astonished Heliodora; she inquired when and how Marcian had become enamoured, and heard in reply a detailed narrative, part truth, part false, of the events at Surrentum, known to her as yet only in outline and without any mention of Marcian's part in them.

Upon her surprise followed malicious joy.

Was there no means, she asked, of discovering Veranilda?
And the other in a low voice made answer that he knew where she was--knew but too well.
'I shall not ask you to tell me the secret,' said Heliodora, with a smile.
'Gracious lady,' pursued Marcian, 'it is for the purpose of revealing it to you that I am here.

Veranilda is in the palace, held in guard by Bessas till she can have escort to Constantinople.' 'Ha! You are sure of that ?' 'I have it on testimony that cannot be doubted.' 'Why then,' exclaimed Heliodora, all but betraying her exultation in the thought, 'there is little chance that Basil's love will prosper.' 'Little chance, dear lady, I hope and believe, but I have confessed to you that I speak as a self-seeker and a faithless friend.