It was greeted with a shout of joy, and in another five minutes the sails were about, the rudder shifted, and the ship on her way towards the western point of Sicily, before a steady north-west breeze.
'Ah!' cried Victoria, delighted.

'And now you will see Augustine! You must promise me to talk to him!' 'This, at least, I will promise, that whatsoever the great sophist shall be pleased to say, shall meet with a patient hearing from a brother sophist.

Do not be angry at the term.

Recollect that I am somewhat tired, like my ancestor Solomon, of wisdom and wise men, having found it only too like madness and folly.

And you cannot surely expect me to believe in man, while I do not yet believe in God ?' Victoria sighed.