It was a swift leap at his heart, and not merely the pleasant watering of his gums, that had forced the "Ah" to his lips.

Still, he was glad to see his native dish again, and would not have exchanged it against the richest banquet.

Pollux had meanwhile come out of his nook, and said: "In a quarter of an hour I shall set before you the breakfast which has been turned into a supper.

Mitigate your worst hunger with some bread and salt, and then my mother's cabbage-stew will not only satisfy you, but will be enjoyed with calm appreciation." "Greet dame Doris from me," Hadrian called after the sculptor; and when Pollux had quitted the hall he turned to Titianus and Pontius and said: "What a splendid young fellow.

I am curious to see what he can do as an artist." "Then follow me," replied Pontius, leading the way.
"What do you say to this Urania?
Papias made the head of the Muse, but the figure and the drapery Pollux formed with his own hand in a few days." The imperial artist stood in front of the statue, with his arms crossed, and remained there for some time in silence.