Pontius had gone to the steward's room, with a frowning brow, but it was with a smile on his strongly-marked lips, and a brisk step that he returned to his work-people.

The foreman came to meet him with looks of enquiry as he said.

"The steward was a little offended and with reason; but now we are capital friends and he will do what he can in the matter of lighting." In the hall of the Muses he paused outside the screen, behind which Pollux was working, and called out: "Friend sculptor, listen to me, it is high time to have supper." "It is, indeed," replied Pollux, "else it will be breakfast." "Then lay aside your tools for a quarter of an hour and help me and the palace-steward to demolish the food that has been sent me." "You will need no second assistant if Keraunus is there.

Food melts before him like ice before the sun." "Then come and save him from an overloaded stomach." "Impossible, for I am just now dealing most unmercifully with a bowl full of cabbage and sausages.

My mother had cooked that food of the gods and my father has brought it in to his first-born son." "Cabbage and sausages!" repeated the architect, and its tone betrayed that his hungry stomach would fain have made closer acquaintance with the savory mess.
"Come in here," continued Pollux, "and be my guest.