But, Marcian, how came you to let him loll in his dream of security?
Why did you conceal this from me?
By Castor! it was unfriendly as it was imprudent.

You robbed me of a sweet morsel when you denied me the chance of balking the Greeks in such a matter as this.

Nay, the bird is caged at Cumae, be sure.' Marcian's brows were knit, and his eyes cast down as he listened to this reproof.
'I had not thought of Petronilla,' he murmured.

'But for her, the danger was not pressing.

That thick-skulled Hun at Cumae easily let himself be blinded, as I told you.' 'How could I forget,' cried Basil, 'that Petronilla would risk damnation rather than lose her vengeance upon Aurelia But,' he added, with sudden change from gloom to vehemence, 'that woman is not beyond our reach.