Cyril heard Philammon's story and Hypatia's message with a quiet smile, and then dismissed the youth to an afternoon of labour in the city, commanding him to mention no word of what had happened, and to come to him that evening and receive his order when he should have had time to think over the matter.

So forth Philammon went with his companions, through lanes and alleys hideous with filth and poverty, compulsory idleness and native sin.

Fearfully real and practical it all was; but he saw it all dimly as in a dream.

Before his eyes one face was shining; in his ears one silvery voice was ringing....

'He is a monk, and knows no better.'....