He himself would doubtless be in Rome before the arrival of the remains of Maximus, and all the details of the burial there might be left to him.

So Petronilla thanked and dismissed the young men, on whose retirement she turned eagerly to Leander.
'Forgive me!' broke from her lips.

'I know how deeply I have offended your Sanctity.

It was my fear that you would go away without a word.

My haste, my vehemence, merited even that punishment.' 'Calm yourself, noble lady,' returned the deacon.