But soon, attracted herself, as much as wishing to attract him, she employed him in copying manuscripts for her own use. She sent back his themes and declamations, corrected with her own hand; and Philammon laid them by in his little garret at Eudaimon's house as precious badges of honour, after exhibiting them to the reverential and envious gaze of the little porter.
In that cabinet are all my papers all I have is yours. Your jewels are safe buried with mine. The negro-woman, Eudaimon's wife, knows where. I made her swear secrecy upon her little wooden idol, and, Christian as she is, she has been honest. Make her rich for life. She hid your poor old mother, and kept her safe to see her boy come home.
'Miriam? asked Hypatia severely. 'You know her then? How is that? 'She lodges at Eudaimon's house, as I do, answered Philammon frankly. 'Not that I ever interchanged, or wish to interchange, a word with so base a creature. 'Do not! I charge you! said Hypatia, almost imploringly. But there was now no way of avoiding her, and perforce Hypatia and her tormentress met face to face.