Several hours before, Basil had scratched on a waxed tablet a few emphatic lines, which his cousin allowed to be transmitted to Veranilda. They assured her that what he had learned could only--if that were possible--increase his love, and entreated her to grant him were it but a moment's speech after the formal visit, later in the day. The smile with which she now met him seemed at once gratitude and promise; she was calmer, and less timid. Though she took little part in the conversation, her words fell very sweetly after the men's speech and the self-confident tones of Aurelia; her language was that of an Italian lady, but in the accent could be marked a slight foreignness, which to Basil's ear had the charm of rarest music, and even to Decius sounded not unpleasing. Under the circumstances, talk, confined to indifferent subjects, could not last very long; as soon as it began to flag, Decius found an excuse for begging permission to retire. As though wishing for a word with him in confidence, Aurelia at the same time passed out of the room into the colonnade. Basil and Veranilda were left alone. CHAPTER VI THE EMPEROR'S COMMAND His voice made tremulous music, inaudible a few paces away; his breath was on her cheek; his eyes, as she gazed into them, seemed to envelop her in their glow. 'My fairest! Let me but touch your hand. Lay it for a moment in mine--a pledge for ever!' 'You do not fear to love me, O lord of my life?' The whisper made him faint with joy. 'What has fear to do with love, O thou with heaven in thine eyes! what room is there for fear in the heart where thy beauty dwells? Speak again, speak again, my beloved, and bless me above all men that live!' 'Basil! Basil! Utter my name once more. I never knew how sweet it could sound.' 'Nor I, how soft could be the sound of mine. Forgive me, O Veranilda, that out of my love pain has come to you. You will not ever be sad again? You will not think ever again of those bygone sorrows?' She bent her head low. 'Can you believe in my truth, O Basil? Can _you_ forget?' 'All save the nobleness of her who bore you, sweet and fair one.' 'Let _that_ be ever in your thought,' said Veranilda, with a radiant look. 'She sees me now; and my hope, your strength and goodness, bring new joy to her in the life eternal.' 'Say the word I wait for--whisper low--the word of all words.' 'Out of my soul, O Basil, I love you!' As the sound trembled into silence, his lips touched hers. In the golden shadow of her hair, the lily face flushed warm; yet she did not veil her eyes, vouchers of a life's loyalty. When Aurelia entered the room again, she walked as though absorbed in thought. 'Decius tells me he must soon go to Rome,' were her words, in drawing near to the lovers.