One more rehearsal to-morrow, and then the two voices would have given such a performance as perhaps was never before heard within the temple walls." Constantine had listened to this rhapsody with growing agitation; he was standing close to Gorgo, and while the rest of the party held anxious consultation as to what could be done to follow up and capture the fugitives, he asked Gorgo in a low voice, but with gloomy looks: "You intended to sing in the temple of Isis?
Before the crowd, and with a girl of this stamp ?" "Yes," she said firmly.
"And you knew yesterday that I had come home ?" She nodded.
"And yet, this morning even, while you were actually expecting me, you could practise the hymn with such a creature ?" "Agne is not such another as the girl who played tricks with your helmet," replied Gorgo, and the black arches of her eyebrows knit into something very like a scowl.

"I told you just now that I was not yours today, nor to-morrow.

We still serve different gods." "Indeed we do!" he exclaimed, so vehemently that the others looked round, and old Damia again began to fidget in her chair.
Then with a strong effort he recovered himself and, after standing for some minutes gazing in silence at the ground, he said in a low tone: "I have borne enough for to-day.

Gorgo, pause, reflect.

God preserve me from despair!" He bowed, hastily explained that his duties called him away, and left the spot..