The former held his sister back by the hand and asked--"Was not Sirona with you ?" The sculptor tried to appear quite indifferent, but he blushed as he spoke; Marthana observed this and replied not without a roguish glance: "She did show us her pretty face; but important business called her away." "Sirona ?" asked Polykarp incredulously.
"Certainly, why not!" answered Marthana laughing.

"She had to sew a new gown for the children's doll." "Why do you mock at her kindness ?" said Polykarp reproachfully.
"How sensitive you are!" said Marthana softly.

"Sirona is as kind and sweet as an angel; but you had better look at her rather less, for she is not one of us, and repulsive as the choleric centurion is to me--" She said no more, for Dame Dorothea, having reached the door of the sitting-room, looked around for her children.
Petrus received his wife with no less gravity than was usual with him, but there was an arch sparkle in his half closed eyes as he asked: "You scarcely know what is going on, I suppose ?" "You are madmen, who would fain take Heaven by storm," she answered gaily.
"If the undertaking fails," said Petrus, pointing to his sons, "those young ones will feel the loss longer than we shall." "But it will succeed," cried Dorothea.

"An old commander and young soldiers can win any battle." She held out her small plump hand with frank briskness to her husband, he clasped it cheerily and said: "I think I can carry the project for the road through the Senate.

To build our bridge we must also procure helping hands, and for that we need your aid, Dorothea.