But when he smiled, these features became much more pleasing, and revealed a kindliness of temper such as might win the love of one who knew him well.

His dress was plain, and the dust of Campanian roads lay somewhat thick upon him.
'By Bacchus!' cried his friend, as they embraced each other, 'fortune is good to me to-day.

Could I have had but one wish granted, it would have been to see Marcian.

I thought you still in Rome.

What makes you travel?
Not in these days solely to visit a friend, I warrant.