“My dearest!” she said shyly but tenderly.

She helped Orion to fold her veil twice over her face, and did not thrust him aside when he whispered in her ear:  “Let us see if a kiss cannot be sweet even through all that wrapping!—­Now, come.  It will be all over in a few minutes.”

He led the way into the anteroom to the great hall, begged her to wait a moment, and then went in and hastily informed the assembly that Dame Susannah had entrusted her daughter to him only on condition that he should escort her back again as soon as she had given her testimony.  Then Paula was brought in and he desired her to be seated.

It was with a sinking and anxious heart that Katharina had entered the anteroom.  She had screened herself from a scolding before now by trivial subterfuges, but never had told a serious lie; and every instinct rebelled against the demand that she should now state a direct falsehood.  But could Orion, the noblest of mankind, the idol of the whole town, so pressingly entreat her to do anything that was wrong?  Did not love—­as he had said—­make it her duty to do everything that might screen him from loss or injury?  It did not seem to her to be quite as it should be, but perhaps she did not altogether understand the matter; she was so young and inexperienced.  She hated the idea, too, that, if she opposed her lover, he would have to come to terms with Paula.  She had no lack of self-possession, and she told herself that she might hold her own with any girl in Memphis; still, she felt the superiority of the handsome, tall, proud Syrian, nor could she forget how, the day before yesterday, when Paula had been walking up and down the garden with Orion the chief officer of Memphis had exclaimed:  “What a wonderfully handsome couple!” She herself had often thought that no more beautiful, elegant and lovable creature than Thomas’ daughter walked the earth; she had longed and watched for a glance or a kind word from her.  But since hearing those words a bitter feeling had possessed her soul against Paula, and there had been much to foster it.  Paula always treated her like a child instead of a grown-up girl, as she was.  Why, that very morning, had she sought out her betrothed—­for she might call him so now—­and tried to keep her away from him?  And how was it that Orion, even while declaring his love for her, had spoken more than warmly—­enthusiastically of Paula?  She must be on her guard, and though others should speak of the great good fortune that had fallen to her lot, Paula, at any rate, would not rejoice in it, for Katharina felt and knew that she was not indifferent to Orion.  She had not another enemy in the world, but Paula was one; her love had everything to fear from her—­and suddenly she asked herself whether the gold medallion she had seen might not indeed have been a gem?  Had she examined the necklace closely, even for a moment?  And why should she fancy she had sharper sight than Orion with his large, splendid eyes?