It may be the fair Vergilius forgets you." She turned, quickly, and her voice trembled as she whispered: "Nay, he also has the great love in him.

He could not forget." Cyran, the pretty slave-girl, came soon with their evening repast.
Arria bade her sit beside them.
"Tell us, dear Cyran," said the Roman beauty--"tell us a tale of old Judea." "Beloved mistress," said Cyran, kneeling by the side of Arria and kissing the border of her robe, "listen; I will tell you of the coming of the great love.

Long ago there was a maiden of Galilee so beautiful that many came far to see her.

Now, it so befell, there came a certain priest, young and fair to look upon, who did love her and seek her hand in marriage.

And she loved him, even as you love, but would not wed him.