Before Julian's remembrance arose that proud body of the young Amazon bathed in light, dazzling as the mellow Parthenon marbles, and, with a gesture of irresistible love, Julian stretched out his arms to the nun sleeping under the shadow of the tall black cross. He murmured—
"Arsinoë!"
The girl opened her eyes, and gazed at him without astonishment or fear, as if she had known he would come. But returning to herself, she shivered, and passed her hand over her forehead.
He came near her—
"Fear nothing; at a word from you I will go away."
"Why have you come?"
"I wished to know if indeed...."
"What matters it, Julian? We cannot understand each other."
"Do you really believe in 'Him,' Arsinoë?"
She made no answer and lowered her eyes.