She was carried away at one moment by hope, at another by fear.
"That is he!--that is Ursus and the Christians! Now it will happen quickly," said she, with trembling lips.

"O Christ, aid! O Christ, save!" Atacinus himself, who at first did not notice the uncommon animation of the street, began at last to be alarmed.

There was something strange in this.

The lampadarii had to cry oftener and oftener, "Give way to the litter of the noble tribune!" From the sides unknown people crowded up to the litter so much that Atacinus commanded the slaves to repulse them with clubs.
Suddenly a cry was heard in front of the procession.

In one instant all the lights were extinguished.