A knock at the door awoke him. It was Felix, who brought the news that Marcian was at Cumae.
'You have seen him?' cried Basil, astonished and eager.
'His servant Sagaris,' Felix replied. 'I met him but now in the forum, and learnt that his lord lodges at the house of the curial Venustus; hard by the Temple of Diana.'
'Go thither at once, and beg him, if his leisure serve, to come to me. I would go myself; but, if he have seen Sagaris, he may be already on the way here.'
And so it proved, for in a very few minutes Marcian himself entered the room.
'Your uncle is dead,' were his first words. 'I heard it in Neapolis yesterday. What brings you here?'
'Nay, best Marcian,' returned the other, with hands on his friend's shoulders, and peering him in the face, 'let me once again put that question to you.'
'I cannot answer it, yet,' said Marcian gravely. 'Your business is more easily guessed.'
'But must not be talked of here,' interrupted Basil, glancing at the door. 'Let us find some more suitable place.'
They descended the dark, foul stairs, and went out together. Before the house stood the two serving-men, who, as their masters walked away, followed at a respectful distance. When safe from being overheard, Basil recounted to his friend the course of events at the Surrentine villa since Marcian's departure, made known his suspicion that Aurelia had secretly returned to the Catholic faith. He then told of to day's journey and its purpose, his hearer wearing a look of grave attention.