“It is one of the springs which feed the Aqua Claudia,” he said.
She smiled.
“Then it has baptized my little Paul,” she said. “Thou hast sent forth thy contribution to the sacred font of the Lateran.”
“Thou hast a little Paul?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, “a little Paul, who is, I trust, to tread in the steps of the great Paul, who wrote the letter about the fugitive slave, ‘his own son in the faith, his brother beloved.’”
His voice quivered as he replied—
“I shall pray every evening and morning for that little Paul.”
“As we pray night and morning for the slaves,” she said, “that they may be gathered into the Church as brothers beloved by Christ and by us.”
Then he told her that his cave was supposed to be a haunted cave.