It is not my custom to leave a supper so long as I can stand, still less to be turned out of doors like a miserable parasite!" "Hear reason, you immoderate Sybarite," began Rhodopis, endeavoring with a smile to excuse her proceeding.

But these words, in Philoinus' half-intoxicated mood, only increased his irritation; he burst into a mocking laugh, and staggering towards the door, shouted: "Immoderate Sybarite, you call me?
good! here you have your answer: Shameless slave! one can still perceive the traces of what you were in your youth.
Farewell then, slave of Iadmon and Xanthus, freedwoman of Charaxus!" He had not however finished his sentence, when Aristomachus rushed upon him, stunned him with a blow of his fist, and carried him off like a child down to the boat in which his slaves were waiting at the garden-gate..