You shall hear of my projects in a week's time from Neapolis.' Petronilla fell to her knees, and again besought his forgiveness with his benediction.

The deacon magnanimously granted both, and whilst bending over the devout lady, whispered one word: 'Patience!' An hour after mid-day, Petronilla quitted the villa.

Her great travelling chariot, drawn by four mules, wherein she and her most precious possessions were conveyed, descended at a stately pace the winding road to Surrentum.

Before it rode Basil; behind came a laden wagon, two light vehicles carrying female slaves, and mounted men-servants, armed as though for a long and perilous journey.

Since the encounter before sunrise, there had been no meeting between the hostile ladies.