I thought I had found one--and the moment that I had lost him, behold, I find another; and that a fresher, purer, simpler nature than ever Raphael's was at its best.

By all the laws of physiognomy--by all the symbolism of gesture and voice and complexion--by the instinct of my own heart, that young monk might be the instrument, the ready, valiant, obedient instrument, for carrying out all my dreams.

If I could but train him into a Longinus, I could dare to play the part of a Zenobia, with him as counseller....

And for my Odenatus--Orestes?
Horrible!' She covered her face with her hand a minute.

'No!' she said, dashing away the tears--'That--and anything--and everything for the cause of Philosophy and the gods!'.