irl; he flung his shoes on the floor, raised the senseless
form, and propped it against one of the columns that stood round the
hall. It was not till his mistress had repeated her orders that he
hurried away. Paula watched him depart; as soon as she heard the heavy
door of the atrium close upon him, heedless of her own suspicious-looking
position, she shouted for help, so loudly that her cries rang through the
nocturnal silence of the house, and in a few minutes, from this side and
that, a slave, a maid, a clerk, a cook, a watchman, came hurrying in.

Foremost of all--so soon indeed that he must have been on his way when he
heard her cry--came Orion. He wore a light night-dress, intended, so she
said to herself, to give the wretch the appearance of having sprung out
of bed. But was this indeed he? Was this man with a flushed face, staring
eyes, disordered hair and hoarse voice, that favorite of fortune whose
happy nature, easy demeanor, sunny gaze and enchanting song had bewitched
her soul? His hand shook as he came close to her and the injured slave;
and how forced and embarrassed was his enquiry as to what had happened;
how scared he looked as he asked her what had brought her into this part
of the house at such an hour.

She made no reply; but when his mother repeated the question soon after,
in a sharp voice, she--she who had never in her life told a lie--said
with hasty decision: "I could not sleep, and the bark of the dog and a
cry for help brought me here."

"I call that having sharp ears!" retorted Neforis with an incredulous
shrug. "For the future, at any rate, under similar circumstances you need
not be so prompt. How long, pray, have young girls trusted themselves
alone when murder is cried?"

"If you had but armed yourself, fair daughter of heroes!" added Orion;
but he had no sooner spoken than he bitterly regretted it. What a glance
Paula cast at him! It was more than she could bear to hear him address
her in jest, almost in mockery: him of all men, and at this moment for
the first time--and to be thus reminded of her father! She answered
proudly and with cutting sharpness: "I leave weapons to fighting men and
murderers!"

"To fighting men, and murderers!" repeated Orion, pretending not to
understand the point of her words. He forced a smile; but then, feeling
that he must make some defence, he added bitterly: "Really, that sounds
like the utterance of a feeble-hearted damsel! But let me beg you to come