“Nay, I would see and hear what takes place.”
“That may not be, Domitia, that is only for the initiated.”
“But why secrecy if there be naught of which to be ashamed?”
“Our Master said, Give not that which is holy unto dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine. Tell me, Domitia, how would you endure were your father made a mock of, his sayings and acts parodied on the stage, and turned into a matter of low buffoonery?”
Domitia’s brow flamed and her eyes flashed.
“I see your answer in your face. So with our Great Master. His mysteries are holy, and we would preserve them from outrage. Now you understand why you cannot be present.”
“But I would not mock.”
“It is our rule, to avoid the chance of profanity.”
“As you will.”
“There is one thing more,” said Flavia. “You will not be angry if I have sent to have poor Glyceria brought here. Owing to her infirmity she has not been able to be present at a gathering of the Church for a long time, and nothing could give her greater consolation and happiness.”