"Who art thou?" inquired Petronins.
"The noble Vinicius knows me. I am the son of that widow with whom Lygia lodged."
"And a Christian?"
The youth looked with inquiring glance at Vinicius, but, seeing him in prayer, he raised his head, and answered,—
"I am."
"How canst thou enter the prison freely?"
"I hired myself to carry out corpses; I did so to assist my brethren and bring them news from the city."