I can read the future and the past." She leaned close to his ear and whispered, her arm against his: "I believe in the power of fate.

I had much to say and you had not the will to listen.

It has brought you and me together," "To enchant me with your beauty ?" he inquired.
"Nay," said she, her cheek touching his shoulder.

"But to instruct you with my wisdom.

I see much in your face." "And what see you ?" "Apollo!" she whispered, with a sigh; "and the power to be great." It flattered him, but he knew the sound of fair words.
"In Rome," said he, laughing, "we belittle with compliments." "In Jerusalem we fill them with sincerity, and often--" He listened as the daughter of Herod drew closer.
"They convey our love," she added, in a whisper.
"I learn wonderful things every day.