"Go with the chief of the Diadoches, whose splendid house was shown to us yesterday.

It is on the way to the Serapeum, and just now at the feast you were talking with him incessantly.

When there, indemnify the driver by the gift of a gold piece, so that he may not betray us, and do not return here but proceed to the harbor.

I will await you near the little temple of Isis with our travelling chariot and my own horses, will receive Irene, and conduct her to some new refuge while you drive back Fuergetes' chariot, and restore it to the driver." "That will not satisfy me by any means," said Lysias very gravely; "I was ready to give up my pomegranate-flower to you yesterday for Irene, but herself--" "I want nothing of her," exclaimed Publius annoyed.

"But you might--it seems to me--be rather more zealous in helping me to preserve her from the misfortune which threatens her through your own blunder.