Uttering which words in a resonant voice, she turned her eyes to where, a few yards away, stood Aurelia, with Basil and Decius behind her.
'Reverend bishop,' spoke a voice not less steady and sonorous than that of the elder lady, 'should you suffer any discourtesy in my house, it will come not from me, but from her who suggests its possibility, and whose mind is bent upon such things.

Indeed, she has already scanted the respect she owes you in uttering these words.

As for herself, remain she here for an hour or for a month, she is in no danger of insult--unless she deem it an insult to have her base falsehood flung back at her, and the enmity in her fierce eyes answered with the scorn it merits.' Petronilla trembled with wrath.
'Falsehood!' she echoed, on a high, mocking note.

'A charge of falsehood upon _her_ lips! Your Holiness will ere long, I do not doubt, be enlightened as to that woman's principles in the matter of truth and falsehood.

Meanwhile, we shall consult our souls' welfare, as well as our dignity, in holding as little intercourse as may be with one who has renounced the faith in Christ.' Aurelia bent her eyes upon the deacon, who met the look with austere fixedness.