They were lovely gardens, well watered and running down to the sea-edge, and in them grew beautiful palms and other trees, with fruitful shrubs and flowers.

Here, when they had roamed a while, Miriam and Nehushta sat down upon the fallen column of some old temple and rested.

Suddenly they heard a footstep, and Miriam looked up to see before her a Roman officer, clad in a cloak that showed signs of sea-travel, and, guiding him, one of Benoni's servants.
The officer, a rough but kindly looking man of middle age, bowed to her, asking in Greek if he spoke to the lady Miriam, the granddaughter of Benoni the Jew, she who had been brought up among the Essenes.
"Sir, I am she," answered Miriam.
"Then, lady, I, who am named Gallus, have an errand to perform"; and drawing from his robe a letter tied with silk and sealed, and with the letter a package, he handed them to her.
"Who sends these ?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes, "and whence come they ?" "From Rome, lady, as fast as sails could waft them and me.

And the sender is the noble Marcus, called the Fortunate." "Oh!" said Miriam, blushing to her eyes, "tell me, sir, is he well ?" "Not so well but that such a look as that, lady, would better him, or any other man, could he be here to see it," answered the Roman, gazing at her with admiration.
"Did you then leave him ill?
I do not understand." "Nay, his health seemed sound, and his uncle Caius being dead his wealth can scarce be counted, or so they say, since the old man made him his heir.

Perhaps that is why the divine Nero has taken such a fancy to him that he can scarce leave the palace.