'But Vigilius is all absorbed in the dogmatics of Byzantium.

A frown of the Empress Theodora is more to him than the glory of the Omnipotent and the weal of Christendom.' The look which accompanied these words was the first hint to Marcian that he might speak in confidence.

He inquired whether the Pope, as was reported, would shortly sail for Constantinople.
'Before another week has passed,' was the reply, 'he will embark.

He would fain go forth'-- a malicious smile was in the corner of Leander's eye--'without leave-taking of his beloved people but that can scarce be permitted.' 'Ere he return,' said Marcian, 'things of moment may happen.' Again the deacon smiled.

Seeing on the steps of the Pantheon a couple of idlers playing at flash-finger, they turned aside to be out of earshot.
'We are agreed, it seems,' remarked Leander quickly, 'that there is hope of the heretic.