t no sooner had the
door closed on him than Obada clenched his fist in fury at his lord
and master, who had hitherto said nothing of his having had purloined a
portion of the consignment of gold which Amru had charged him to escort
to Medina. Then he rushed up and down the room, snorting and foaming
till slaves came in to clear the tables.

CHAPTER XXV.

Orion made his way home under the moonlit and starry night. He held his
head high, and not since that evening on the water with Paula had he
felt so glad or so hopeful. On the other side of the bridge he did not
at once turn his horse's head homewards; the fresh night air was so
delightful, his heart beat so high that he shrunk from the oppression
of a room. Full of renewed life, freed from a burden as it were, he made
his way at a round pace to the house that held his beloved, picturing
to himself how gladly she would welcome the news that he had found Amru
ready to encourage him in his projects, indeed, to be a fatherly friend.

The Arab general, whose lofty character, intellect, and rectitude his
father had esteemed highly, had impressed him, too, as the ideal of
noble manliness, and as he compared him with the highest officials and
warriors he had met at the Court of Byzantium he could not help smiling.
By the side of this dignified, but impetuous and warm-hearted man they
appeared like the old, rigid idols of his ancestors in comparison with
the freely-wrought works of Greek art. He could bless the memory of
his father for having freed the land from that degenerate race. Now,
he felt, that lost parent, whose image lived in his soul, was satisfied
with him, and this gave him a sense of happiness which he meant to
cling to and enhance by every thought and deed in the future. "Life is a
function, a ministry, and a duty!" this watchword, which had been given
him by those beloved lips, should keep him in the new path; and soon he
hoped to feel sure of himself, to be able to look back on such deeds of
valor as would give him a right in his own judgment to unite his lot to
that of this noblest of women.

Full of such thoughts as these, he made his way to the house of Rufinus.
The windows of the corner room on the upper floor were lighted up; two
of these windows looked out on the river and the quay. He did not know
which rooms were Paula's, but he looked up at the late-burning light
with a vague feeling that it must be hers; a female figure which now
appeared fr