You will not
ever be sad again? You will not think ever again of those bygone
sorrows?'
She bent her head low.
'Can you believe in my truth, O Basil? Can _you_ forget?'
'All save the nobleness of her who bore you, sweet and fair one.'
'Let _that_ be ever in your thought,' said Veranilda, with a radiant
look. 'She sees me now; and my hope, your strength and goodness,
bring new joy to her in the life eternal.'
'Say the word I wait for--whisper low--the word of all words.'
'Out of my soul, O Basil, I love you!'
As the sound trembled into silence, his lips touched hers. In the
golden shadow of her hair, the lily face flushed warm; yet she did
not veil her eyes, vouchers of a life's loyalty.
When Aurelia entered the room again, she walked as though absorbed
in thought.
'Decius tells me he must soon go to Rome,' were her words, in
drawing near to the lovers.
Basil had heard of no such purpose. His kinsman, under the will of
Maximus, enjoyed a share in the annual revenue of this Surrentine
estate; moreover, he became the possessor of many books, which lay
in the Anician mansion of Rome, and it was his impatience.
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