It is, that you have enlightened me as to the value of solemn oaths on the lips of the Roman clergy.' 'Your meaning, dear madam ?' asked Leander, with a look of bland disdain.
'You have the face to ask it, deacon, after Petronilla's words this morning ?' 'I feared they might mislead you.

The lady Petronilla knows nothing of what has passed between us.

She spoke in anger, and hazarded an accusation--as angry ladies are wont.' 'Of course you say so,' returned Aurelia.

'I will believe you if you give me back the paper I signed, and trust to my word for the fulfilment of what I promised.' Leander smiled, almost as if he had heard some happy intelligence.
'You ask,' he said, 'for a trust you yourself refuse.' 'Then go your way, perjurer!' exclaimed Aurelia, her cheeks aflame with passion.

'I know henceforth on whom to rely.' For a moment Leander stood as if reflecting on these last words; then he bowed, and with placid dignity retired.
Meanwhile Basil and Decius were conversing with Petronilla.