aius, who was pro-consul under
the late emperor for the richest province of Spain, and--made use of his
opportunities."

"Yes."

"Well, the old man has been smitten with a mortal disease. For aught I
know he may be already dead, although the physicians seemed to think
he would live for another ten months, or perhaps a year. Being in this
case, suddenly he has grown fond of his relations, or rather relation,
for I am the only one, and expressed a desire to see me, to whom for
many years he has never given a single penny. He has even announced his
intention--by letter--of making me his heir 'should he find me worthy,'
which, to succeed Caius, whatever my faults, indeed I am not, since of
all men, as I have told him in past days, I hold him the worst. Still,
he has forwarded a sum of money to enable me to journey to him in haste,
and with it a letter from the Caesar, Nero, to the procurator Albinus,
commanding him to give me instant leave to go. Therefore, lady, it seems
wise that I should go."

"Yes," answered Miriam. "I know little of such things, but I think that
it is wise. Within two hours the bust shall be finished and packed," and
she stretched out her hand in farewell.

Marcus took the hand and held it. "I am loth to part with you thus," he
said suddenly.

"There is only one fashion of parting," answered Miriam, striving to
withdraw her hand.

"Nay, there are many; and I hate them all--from you."

"Sir," she asked with gentle indignation, "is it worth your while to
play off these pretty phrases upon me? We have met for an hour; we
separate--for a lifetime."

"I do not see the need of that. Oh, the truth may as well out. I wish it
least of all things."

"Yet it is so. Come, let my hand go; the marble must be finished and
packed."

The face of Marcus became troubled, as though he were reasoning with
himself, as though he wished to take her at her word and go, yet could
not.

"Is it ended?" asked Miriam presently, considering him with her quiet
eyes.

"I think not; I think it is but begun. Miriam, I love you."

"Marcus," she answered steadily, "I do not think I should be asked to
listen to such words."

"Why not? They have always been thought honest between man and woman."

"Perhaps, when they are meant honestly, which in this case can scarcely
be."

He grew hot and red. "What do you mean? Do you suppose----"

"I suppose nothing, Captain Marcus."

"Do you suppose," he repeated, "that I would