By this time they had reached the court-yard, where Susannah’s chariot was waiting.  Orion helped the prelate into it, and when Benjamin offered him his hand to kiss, in the presence of several hundred slaves and servants, all on their knees, the young man lightly touched it with his lips.  He stood bowed low in reverence so long as the holy father remained visible, in the attitude of blessing the crowd from the open side of the chariot; then he hurried away to join his mother.

He expected to find her exhausted by the excitement of the patriarch’s visit; but, in fact, she was more composed than he had seen her yet since his father’s death.  Her eyes indeed, commonly so sober in their expression, were bright with a kind of rapture which puzzled Orion.  Had she been thinking of his father?  Could the patriarch have succeeded in inspiring her pious fervor to such a pitch, that it had carried her, so to speak, out of herself?

She was dressed to go to church, and after expressing her delight at the honor done to herself and her whole household by the prelate’s visit, she invited Orion to accompany her.  Though he had proposed devoting the next few hours to a different purpose, the dutiful son at once acceded to this wish; he helped her into her chariot, bid the driver go slowly, and seated himself by her side.

As they drove along he asked her what she had told the patriarch, and her replies might have reassured him but that she filled him with grave anxiety on fresh grounds.  Her mind seemed to have suffered under the stress of grief.  It was usually so clear, so judicious, so reasonable; and now all she said was incoherent and not more than half intelligible.  Still, one thing he distinctly understood:  that she had not confided to the patriarch the fact of his father’s curse.  The prelate must certainly have censured the conduct of the deceased to her also and that had sealed her lips.  She complained to her son that Benjamin had never understood her lost husband, and that she had felt compelled to repress her desire to disclose everything to him.  Nowhere but in church, in the very presence of the Redeemer, could she bring herself to allow him to read her heart as it were an open book.  A voice had warned her that in the house of God alone, could she find salvation for herself and her son; that voice she heard day and night, and much as it pained her to grieve him he must hear it now—­:  That voice never ceased to enjoin her to tear asunder his connection with the Melchite maiden.  Last evening it had seemed to her that it was her eldest son, who had died for the Jacobite faith, that was speaking to her.  The voice had sounded like his, and it had warned her that the ancient house of Menas must perish, if a Melchite should taint the pure blood of their race.  And Benjamin had confirmed her fears; he had come back to her on purpose to beseech her to oppose Orion’s sinful affection for Thomas’ daughter with the utmost maternal authority, and, as the patriarch expressed the same desire as the voice, it must be from God and she must obey it.