Indeed, Marcus told her that wherever he went he met that handsome young man with revengeful eyes, who she had said was named Caleb.

Therefore Miriam grew frightened and, as the issue will show, not without cause.
One afternoon, while Miriam was at work upon the marble, and the three elders were as usual sunk in slumber, Marcus said suddenly: "I forgot.

I have news for you, lady.

I have found out who murdered that Jewish thief whose end, amongst other things, I was sent to investigate.
It was your friend Caleb." Miriam started so violently that her chisel gave an unexpected effect to one of Marcus's curls.
"Hush!" she said, glancing towards the sleepers, one of whom had just snored so loudly that he began to awake at the sound; then added in a whisper, "They do not know, do they ?" He shook his head and looked puzzled.
"I must speak to you of this matter," she went on with agitation, and in the same whisper.

"No, not now or here, but alone." "When and where you will," answered Marcus, smiling, as if the prospect of a solitary conversation with Miriam did not displease him, although this evil-doing Caleb was to be its subject.