And as for chastity, the flower and crown of all virtues--whosoever says that she, being yet a heathen, has that, blasphemes the Holy Spirit, whose peculiar and highest gift it is, and is anathema maranatha for ever! Amen!' And Peter, devoutly crossing himself, turned angrily and contemptuously away from his young companion.
Philammon was quite shrewd enough to see that assertion was not identical with proof.

But Peter's argument of 'it ought to be, therefore it is,' is one which saves a great deal of trouble...and no doubt he had very good sources of information.

So Philammon walked on, sad, he knew not why, at the new notion which he had formed of Hypatia, as a sort of awful sorceress--Messalina, whose den was foul with magic rites and ruined souls of men.

And yet if that was all she had to teach, whence had her pupil Raphael learned that fortitude of his?
If philosophy had, as they said, utterly died out, then what was Raphael?
Just then, Peter and the rest turned up a side street, and Philammon and Hieracas were left to go on their joint errand together.

They paced on for some way in silence, up one street and down another, till Philammon, for want of anything better to say, asked where they were going.
'Where I choose, at all events.