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AEMILIUS had sprung to his feet, and called to the men to cease punting. They rested on their poles, awaiting further instructions, and the impetus given to the raft carried it among some yellow flags and rushes.

Callipodius said: "I mostly admire the splendour of your intellect, that shines forth with solar effulgence. But there are seasons when the sun is eclipsed or obscured, and such is this with thee. Surely thou dost not contemplate a return to Nemausus to risk thy life without being in any way able to assist the damsel. Consider moreover—is it worth it—for a girl?"

"Callipodius," said the young lawyer in a tone of vehemence, "I cannot fly and place myself in security, and leave her exposed to the most dreadful danger. I did my work by half only.

What I did was unpremeditated, but that done must be made a complete whole. When I undertake anything it is my way to carry it out to a fair issue."

"That is true enough, and worthy of your excellent qualities of heart and mind. But you know nothing of this wench, and be she all that you imagine, what is a woman that for her you should jeopardise your little finger? Besides, her mother and kinsfolk will hardly desire your aid, will certainly not invoke it."

"Why not?"

Callipodius shrugged his shoulders. "You are a man of the world, a votary of pleasure, and these people are Christians. They will do their utmost for her. They hang together as a swarm of bees."

"Who and what are these people—this mother and the kinsfolk?"

"I know little about them. They occupy a house in the lower town, and that tells its own tale. They do not belong to the quality to which you belong. The girl has been reputed beautiful, and many light fellows have sought to see and have words with her. But she is so jealously guarded, and is herself so retiring, that they have encountered only rebuff and disappointment."

"I must return. I will know for certain that she is in safety. Methinks no sooner were they baulked of me than they would direct all their efforts to secure her."

"You shall not go back to Nemausus. You would but jeopardise your own valuable life without the possibility of assisting her; nay, rather wouldst thou direct attention to her. Leave the matter with me and trust my devotion to thine interests."

"I must learn tidings of her. I shall not rest till assured that she is out of danger. By the infernal gods, Callipodius, I know not what is come upon me, but I feel that if ill befall her I would throw myself on a sword and welcome death, life having lost to me all value."

"Then I tell thee this, most resolute of men," said Callipodius, "I will return to the town. My nothingness will pass unquestioned. Thou shalt tarry at the house of Flavilius yonder, on the promontory. He is a timber merchant, and the place is clean. The woman bears a good name, and what is better, can cook well. The house is poor, and undeserving of the honour of receiving so distinguished a person as thyself, but if thou, wilt condescend—"

"Enough. I will do as thou advisest. And, O friend, be speedy, relieve my anxiety and be true, as thou dost value my esteem."

Then Aemilius signed to the raftmen to put him ashore at the landing- place to the timber-yard of Flavillus.

Having landed, he mounted a slight ascent to a cottage that was surrounded by piles of wood, of oak, chestnut, pine, and olive. Flavillus was a merchant on a small scale, but a man of energy and industry. He dealt with the natives of the Cebennae, and bought the timber they felled, conveyed it to his stores, whence it was distributed to the towns in the neighbourhood, and supplies were furnished to the ship builders at Arelate.

The merchant was now away, but his wife received Aemilius with deference. She had heard his name from the raftmen, and was acquainted with Callipodius, a word from whom sufficed as an introduction.

She apologised because her house was small, as also because her mother, then with her, was at the point of death from old age, not from any fever or other disorder. If Aemilius Lentulus, under the circumstances, would pardon imperfection in attendance, she would gladly extend to him such hospitality as she could offer.

Aemilius would have gone elsewhere, but that the only other house he could think of that was near was a tavern then crowded by Utriculars, who occupied every corner. He was sorry to inconvenience the woman, yet accepted her offer. The period was not one in which much consideration was shown by the noble and well-to-do to those on a lower grade. The citizens and nobles held that their inferiors existed for their convenience only. Aemilius shared in the ideas of his time and class, but he had sufficient natural delicacy to make him reluctant to intrude where his presence was necessarily irksome. Nevertheless, as there was no other place to which he could go, he put aside this feeling of hesitation.

The house was small, and was constructed of wood upon a stone basement. The partitions between the rooms were of split planks, and the joints were in places open, and knots had come out, so that what passed in one apartment was audible, and to some extent visible, in another. A bedroom in a Roman house was a mere closet furnished with a bed only. All washing was done at the baths, not in the house. The room had no window, only a door, over which hung a curtain.

Aemilius divested himself of his wet garment and gave it to his hostess to dry, then wrapped himself in his toga and awaited supper.

The meal was prepared as speedily as might be. It consisted of eggs, eels with melon, and apples of last year. Wine was abundant and so was oil.

When he had eaten and was refreshed, moved by a kindly thought, Aemilius asked if he might see the sick mother. His hostess at once conducted him to her apartment, and he stood by the old woman's bed. The evening sun shone in at the door, where stood the daughter holding back the curtain, and lighted the face of the aged woman. It was thin, white, and drawn. The eyes were large and lustrous,

"I am an intruder," said the young man; "yet I would not sleep the night in this house without paying my respects to the mother of my kind hostess. Alas! thou art one, I learn, who is unable to escape that which befalls all mortals. It is a lot evaded only by the gods—if there be any truth in the tales told concerning them. It must be a satisfaction to you to contemplate the many pleasures enjoyed in a long life, just as after an excellent meal we can in mind revert to it, and retaste in imagination every course; as indeed I do with the supper so daintily furnished by my hostess."

."Ah, sir!" said the old woman, "on the couch of death one looks not back, but forward."

"And that also is true," remarked Aemilius. "That which is before you is calculated to console the mind and gratify the ambition. With your excellent daughter and the timber-yard hard by, you may reckon on a really handsome funeral pyre; plenty of olive wood and fragrant pine logs from the Cebennae. I myself will be glad to contribute a handful of Oriental spices to throw into the flames."

"Sir! I think not of that" "And the numbers who will attend, and the orations that will be made lauding your many virtues. It has struck me that one thing only is wanting in a funeral to make it perfectly satisfactory, and that is that the person consigned to the flames should be able to see the pomp and hear the good things said of him."

"Oh, sir, I regard not that!"

"No. Like a wise woman, you look beyond."

"Ay, ay!" She folded her hands, and a light came into her eyes. "I look beyond."

"To the mausoleum or the cenotaph. Unquestionably the worthy Flavillus will give you a monument as handsome as his means will permit, and for many centuries your name will be memorialised thereon."

"Oh sir, my poor name! What care I for that? I ask Flavillus to spend no money over my remains, and may my name be cushioned in the heart of my daughter. But—it is written elsewhere—even in heaven."

"I hardly comprehend."

"As to what happens to this body, that is of little concern to me. I desire but one thing: to be dissolved, and to be with Christ."

"Ah I—so—with Christ."

Aemilius rubbed his chin.

"He is my hope, He my salvation. In Him I shall live. Death is swallowed up in victory."

"She rambles in her talk," said he, turning to the daughter.

"Nay, sir, she is clear in her mind, and dwells on the thoughts that comfort her."

"And that is not, apparently, that she will have an expensive funeral?"

"Oh, no, sir!"

"Nor that she will have a tomb and a commemorative inscription belauding her virtues?"

Then the dying woman said: "I shall live-live for ever more. I have passed from death unto life."

Aemilius shook his head. If this was not the raving of a disordered mind, what could it be?

He retired to his apartment.

He was tired. He had nothing to occupy time, so he cast himself on his bed.

Shortly he heard the voice of a man. He started, and listened in the hopes that Callipodius had returned, but as the tones were strange to him he lay down again.

Presently a light struck through a knot in the boards that divided his room from that of the dying woman. Then he heard the strange voice say: "Peace be to this house and to all that dwell therein."

"It is the physician," said Aemilius to himself. "Pshaw! what can he do. She is dying of old age."

At first the newcomer did inquire concerning the health of the patient, but then rapidly passed to other matters—and these strange to the ear of the young lawyer. He had gathered that the old woman was a Christian; but of Christians he knew no more than that they were reported to worship the head of an ass, to devour little children, and to indulge in debauchery at their evening banquets.

The strange man spake to the dying woman-not of funeral and cenotaph as things to look forward to, but to life and immortality, to joy and rest from labour.

"My daughter," said the stranger, "indicate by a sign that thou hearest me. Fortified by the most precious gift thou wilt pass out of darkness into light, out of sorrow into joy, from tears to gU4ness of heart, from where thou seest through a glass darkly to where thou shalt look on the face of Christ, the Sun of Righteousness. Though thou steppest down into the river, yet His cross shall be thy stay, and His staff shall comfort thee. He goeth before to be thy guide. He standeth to be thy defence. The spirits of evil cannot hurt thee. The Good Shepherd will gather thee into His fold. The true Physician will heal all thine infirmities. As the second Joshua, He will lead thee out of the wilderness into the Land of Promise. The angels of God surround thee. The light of the heavenly city streams over thee. Rejoice, rejoice! The night is done, and the day is at hand. For all thy labours thou shalt be recompensed double. For all thy sorrows. He will comfort thee. He will wipe away thy tears. He will cleanse thee from thy stains. He will feed thee with all thy desire. Old things are passed away, all things are made new. Thy heart shall laugh and sing. Pax!— "

Aemilius, looking through a chink, saw the stranger lay his hand on the woman's brow. He saw how next moment he withdrew it, and how turning to her daughter, he said: "Do not lament for her. She has passed from death unto life. She sees Him in whom she has believed, in whom she has hoped, whom she has loved." And the daughter wiped her eyes.

"Well," said Aemilius to himself, "now I begin to see how these people are led to face death without fear. It is a pity that it should be delusion and mere talk—where is the evidence that it is other? Where the foundation for all this that is said?"