He was a handsome, engaging man, who would be the joy of their hearts yet, they might be very sure.

Why, he had been as grave and as solemn as a bishop to-day; perhaps he had already turned over a new leaf.

He himself had put her into his mother's chariot and desired the charioteer to drive her hither: what would Paula say to that?
Her things were to be given over to her to-morrow morning, and packed under her own eyes, and sent after her.

Nilus, the treasurer, had come with her to deliver a message to Paula; but he had gone first to the convent.
Paula desired the old woman to go thither and fetch him; as soon as Perpetua had left the room, she exclaimed: "There, you see, is some one who is quite of your opinion.

What creatures we are! Last evening my good Betta would have thought no pit of hell too deep for our enemy, and now?
To be led to a chariot by such a fine gentleman in person is no doubt flattering; and how quickly the old body has forgotten all her grievances, how soothed and satisfied she is by the gracious permission to pack her precious and cherished possessions with her own hands .-- You told me once that the Jacobites had made a Saint Orion out of the pagan god Osiris, and my old Betta sees a future Saint Augustine in the governor's son.