“Ubi lux—ibi Felicitas.”
Suddenly an explosion. The orb was shattered into a thousand sparks, and all was black again in the temple—black as deepest night.
Then Lucius caught Domitia to him, put his hand behind him, drew back the curtain, and carried her forth into the calm evening air, and the light of the aurora hanging over the setting sun.
She sobbed, gradually recovered herself, drew a profound sigh, and said:
“Oh, Lucius! where is light, there is felicity!”
“SHE SAID WITH A SOB: ‘UBI LUX—IBI FELICITAS.’ ” Page 104.