She would answer him; at the same time, not for the world would she have had the answer unsatisfactory: an admission of inferiority might weaken his spirit for life.

She faltered with misgivings of her own powers.
"What you propose, O my Judah, is not a subject for treatment by a woman.

Let me put its consideration off till to-morrow, and I will have the wise Simeon--" "Do not send me to the Rector," he said, abruptly.
"I will have him come to us." "No, I seek more than information; while he might give me that better than you, O my mother, you can do better by giving me what he cannot--the resolution which is the soul of a man's soul." She swept the heavens with a rapid glance, trying to compass all the meaning of his questions.
"While craving justice for ourselves, it is never wise to be unjust to others.

To deny valor in the enemy we have conquered is to underrate our victory; and if the enemy be strong enough to hold us at bay, much more to conquer us"-- she hesitated--"self-respect bids us seek some other explanation of our misfortunes than accusing him of qualities inferior to our own." Thus, speaking to herself rather than to him, she began: "Take heart, O my son.

The Messala is nobly descended; his family has been illustrious through many generations.