You see Domitian is not a Christian any more than
Marcus is, and our maid here does not like Domitian and does like
Marcus. No, it is no good arguing the thing is done, but I think that
you Christians might very well add two new saints to your calendar. And
now to breakfast, which we all need after so much night duty."
So they went and ate, but during that meal Gallus was very silent, as
was his custom when he set his brain to work. Presently he asked:
"Tell me, Miriam, did any see you or your companion enter here?"
"No, I think not," she answered, "for as it chanced the door of the
courtyard was ajar and the servant has not yet returned."
"Good," he said. "When she does return I will meet her and send her out
on a long errand."
"Why?" asked his wife.
"Because it is as well that none should know what guests we have till
they are gone again."
"Until they are gone again!" repeated Julia, astonished. "Surely you
would not drive this maid, who has become to us as our daughter, from
your door?"
"Yes, I would, wife, for that dear maid's sake," and he took Miriam's
little hand in his great palm and pressed it. "Listen now," he went on,
"Miriam, the Jewish captive, has dwelt in our care these many months,
has she not, as is known to all, is it not? Well, if any one wants to
find her, where will they begin by looking?"
"Aye! where?" echoed Nehushta.
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