THE ARREST.
"The trial of your faith worketh patience."
Honorius was seated in the chapel with one or two others, among whom was the lady Caecilia. The feeble rays of a single lamp but faintly illuminated the scene. They were silent and sad. A deeper melancholy than usual rested upon them. Around them was the sound of footsteps and of voices and a confused murmur of life.
Suddenly a quick step was heard, and Marcellus entered. The occupants of the chapel sprang up with cries of joy.
"Where is Pollio?" cried Caecilia eagerly.
"I have not seen him," said Marcellus.
"Not seen him! said Caecilia, and she fell back upon her seat.
"Why? Is he beyond his time?"
"He ought to have returned six hours ago, and I am sick with anxiety."