"Slain," she said, sadly. "She would not worship Caesar's image."
Antinous shuddered at the words, and asked, "And why would she not?"
"Because she was faithful to our belief, and so hoped for the mercy of the Saviour. Now she is a blessed angel."
"Are you sure of that?"
"As sure as I live in hope of meeting the martyr who rests here, again in
Heaven!"
"Mary."
"Leave go of my hand!"
"Will you do me a service, Mary?"
"Willingly, Antinous—but pray do not touch me."
"Take this money and buy the loveliest wreath that is to be had here.
Hang it on this tomb, and say as you do so—call out—, From Antinous to
Selene.'"