Will you show them the way ?' No answer.
'Then I must do it myself.

Come, Amal!' and she swept up the steps, followed by the Goths, who put the Alexandrians aside right and left, as if they had been children.
'Ah! treacherous wanton that you are!' cried a young man's voice out of the murmuring crowd.

'After having plundered us of every coin out of which you could dupe us, here you are squandering our patrimonies on barbarians!' 'Give us back our presents, Pelagia,' cried another, 'and you are welcome to your herd of wild bulls!' 'And I will!' cried she, stopping suddenly; and clutching at her chains and bracelets, she was on the point of dashing them among the astonished crowd-- 'There! take your gifts! Pelagia and her girls scorn to be debtors to boys, while they are worshipped by men like these!' But the Amal, who, luckily for the students, had not understood a word of this conversation, seized her arm, asking if she were mad.
'No, no!' panted she, inarticulate with passion.

'Give me gold--every coin you have.

These wretches are twitting me with what they gave me before--before--oh Amal, you understand me ?' And she clung imploringly to his arm.
'Oh! Heroes! each of you throw his purse among these fellows! they say that we and our ladies are living on their spoils!' And he tossed his purse among the crowd.
In an instant every Goth had followed his example: more than one following it up by dashing a bracelet or necklace into the face of some hapless philosophaster.
'I have no lady, my young friends,' said old Wulf, in good enough Greek, 'and owe you nothing: so I shall keep my money, as you might have kept yours; and as you might, too, old Smid, if you had been as wise as I.' 'Don't be stingy, prince, for the honour of the Goths,' said Smid, laughing.
'If I take in gold I pay in iron,' answered Wulf, drawing half out of its sheath the huge broad blade, at the ominous brown stains of which the studentry recoiled; and the whole party swept into the empty lecture-room, and seated themselves at their ease in the front ranks.
Poor Hypatia! At first she determined not to lecture--then to send for Orestes--then to call on her students to defend the sanctity of the Museum; but pride, as well as prudence, advised her better; to retreat would be to confess herself conquered--to disgrace philosophy--to lose her hold on the minds of all waverers.