O Thou good, kind Shepherd, take me too into Thy flock, and guide me." Thus prayed Sirona, and before her fancy there floated the image of a lovely and loving youthful form; she had seen the original in the model for Polykarp's noble work, and she had not forgotten the exquisite details of the face.

It seemed to her as well known and familiar as if she had known--what in fact she could not even guess--that she herself had had some share in the success of the work.
The love which unites two hearts is like the ocean of Homer which encircles both halves of the earth.

It flows and rolls on.

Where shall we seek its source--here or there--who can tell?
It was Dame Dorothea who in her motherly pride had led the Gaulish lady into her son's workshop.

Sirona thought of her and her husband and her house, where over the door a motto was carved in the stone which she had seen every morning from her sleeping-room.