'What have I seen ?' The priest whispered an adjuration to prayer.

But she, raising her head, cast terrified glances about the hall.

Basil had moved further away, and she did not seem to be aware of his presence.
'How long is it,' he asked, with his eyes upon Gaudiosus, 'since Marcian came from Rome ?' 'This is the fourth day.

So I have been told.

I myself saw him for the first time not an hour--nay, not half an hour ago.' 'You knew not that he brought _her_ with him ?' Basil, without looking in that direction, signalled with his head towards Veranilda.
'I had heard of some companion unnamed.' 'He had not spoken of her to you ?' 'Not a word.' On the tesselated floor where Marcian had fallen was a pool of blood.
Basil only now perceived it, and all at once a violent shudder went over him.
'Man of God!' he exclaimed in a voice of sudden passion, terribly resonant after the dull, hard accents of his questioning.