He stole behind the base of a neighbouring pillar; and, as the frequent repetition of the word 'Goths' struck his ear (the report of that nation's impending invasion having by this time reached Rome), he carefully disposed himself to listen with the most implicit attention to the speaker's voice.
'Goths!' cried the man, in the stern, concentrated accents of despair.
'Is there one among us to whom this report of their advance upon Rome does not speak of hope rather than of dread?
Have we a chance of rising from the degradation forced on us by our superiors until this den of heartless triflers and shameless cowards is swept from the very earth that it pollutes!' 'Your sentiments on the evils of our condition are undoubtedly most just,' observed a fat, pompous man, to whom the preceding remarks had been addressed, 'but I cannot desire the reform you so ardently hope for.

Think of the degradation of being conquered by barbarians!' 'I am the exile of my country's privileges.

What interest have I in upholding her honour--if honour she really has!' replied the first speaker.
'Nay! Your expressions are too severe.

You are too discontented to be just.' 'Am I! Hear me for a moment, and you will change your opinion.

You see me now by my bearing and appearance superior to yonder plebeian herd.