Cooks of all nations worship him as an oracle.

Then he writes poetry, and composes music, and paints pictures! And as for philosophy--he talks it better than my uncle the bishop!' 'Is he rich ?' 'Ah! my uncle the bishop!--I must tell you how I helped Vetranio to make a satire on him! When I was staying with him at Rome, I used often to see a woman in a veil taken across the garden to his study; so, to perplex him, I asked him who she was.

And he frowned and stammered, and said at first that I was disrespectful; but he told me afterwards that she was an Arian whom he was labouring to convert.

So I thought I should like to see how this conversion went on, and I hid myself behind a bookcase.

But it is a profound secret; I tell it you in confidence.' 'I don't care to know it.