Cornelia stood up.
“Very well,” she said coldly, “where you stay, I stay. We are pledged to each other, and I will keep my oath.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You will see—Oh! the chains of my love are not so easily shaken off.”
She went to the door and knocked at it; the governor and the gaoler appeared at the summons.
“You can keep me here,” she said; “I too am a Nazarene.”
“She is raving!” said Quintus horrified. “She came to persuade me to renounce Christianity.”
“Your eloquence has converted me,” she retorted scornfully. “Governor, do your duty. I confess myself guilty. The God of the Nazarenes is the only true God. Your Jupiter is a foolish, ridiculous image.”
The governor shook his head in bewilderment.
“Follow me then,” he said doubtfully; “I will inform the city-prefect.”