"I came, on this occasion, to ask after the young woman, whose name I have not learned--her whom you have sheltered." Amaryllis' smiling eyes darkened suddenly.
"Pouf!" she said.

"I had begun to hope that you had come to see me!" "I had not John's permission," he objected.
"Have you Philadelphus' permission to see her ?" He looked his perplexity.
"What," she exclaimed, "has she not laid her claim before you yet ?" The Maccabee shook his head.
"Know, then, that this pretty nameless creature claims to be the wife of this same Philadelphus." He sat up in his earnestness.
"What!" he cried.
"Even so! Insists upon it in the face of the lady princess' proofs and Philadelphus' denial!" The Maccabee's brows dropped while he gazed down at the Greek.
Julian of Ephesus was then the husband that she was to join in Jerusalem! Small wonder she had been indignant when he, the Maccabee, in the spirit of mischief, had laid a wife to Julian's door and had described her as most unprepossessing.

And that was why her terror of Julian had been so abject! That was why she had flown to him, a stranger, rather than be left alone with a husband who, it seemed, would be rid of her that he might pursue his ends the better! "What think you of it!" he exclaimed aloud, but to himself.
"And I never saw in all my life such pretensions of probity!" the Greek continued.

"She is outraged by any little word that questions her virtue; she holds herself aloof from me as if she were not certain that I am fit for her companionship; and she flies with fluffed feathers and cries of rage in the face of the least compliment that comes from any lips--even Philadelphus!" The Maccabee continued to gaze at the Greek.

He did not see the woman's search of his face for an assent to her speech.