"Go Selene and call the slaves.

Perhaps there is yet a pheasant in the house, a roast fowl or something of the kind--but the hour, it is true, is late." "I am deeply obliged to you," replied the architect, smiling.

"My supper is waiting for me in the hall of the Muses, and I must return to my work-people.

I should be grateful to you if you would accompany me.

We must consult together as to the lighting of the rooms, and such matters are best discussed over a succulent roast and a flask of wine." "I am quite at your service," said Keraunus with a bow.
"I will go on ahead," said the architect, "but first will you have the goodness to give all that you have in the way of cressets, lights and lamps to the slaves, who, in a few minutes, shall await your orders at your door." When Pontius had departed, Selene exclaimed with a deep sigh "Oh! what a fright I have had! I will go now and find the lamps.