abode of Gentianus. He had been conversing with his old friends, when he saw emerging into the light a lady of radiant beauty, habited in white, without the slightest ornament on her dress or head, a purple band round her forehead confining her close-cut hair. A second glance convinced him that he had seen her before, seated in a silver chariot on the day of the procession. "Who is she?" he asked of Julia. "She is the vestal Marcia," was the answer. "Already the light of truth has entered the dark recesses of the temple; Marcia has received it, and would escape from the thraldom in which she is held, but that she has a young sister, Coelia, also a vestal, who is yet undecided. Coelia has heard the Gospel, and imbibed many of its truths, but the shackles of superstition are still around her; and while she dreads the malignity of Coecus should he discover that her faith in the false goddess has been shaken, she cannot resolve on flight. Marcia has come to seek counsel of Gentianus on the matter." "Surely he will advise her to urge her sister no longer to delay!" urged Jovinian. "Would that I could tell her all that I know of that fearful man! He will hesitate at no deed, however dark, so that he may attain his ends." Taking Jovinian's hand, Julia, rapid in all her actions, made him known to Marcia. He, being under no vow of secrecy with regard to the aims of the pontiffs, briefly explained them to her. "And are such the men who have so long directed the rites and ceremonies of the time-honoured religion of Rome!" she exclaimed. "Alas! how have we been duped. They themselves do not even believe in the false gods they pretend to worship." "Not only have they long held sway over the religious affairs of idolatrous Rome, but will continue to lead and govern in our future Rome, unless her sons and daughters adhere to the simple truths of our holy faith as taught by the apostles in the blessed Gospel," said Gentianus, solemnly. These words sank deeply into Jovinian's mind. He never forgot them. The vestal Marcia, having a dark robe thrown over her white dress, conducted by the guide--a Christian slave like Rufina, who had brought her to the abode of Gentianus--returned to the temple of Vesta. CHAPTER EIGHT. RELICS.