This lady," Orpheus went on--he not only played the flute but took the higher parts for a man's voice and could also strike the lyre--"desired us to go to her later at her own house, where she would speak with us.

She drove off in a fine carriage and we, of course followed her orders; Agne was with us too.

A splendid house! I never saw anything handsomer in Rome or Antioch.

We were kindly received, and with the lady there were another very old lady and a tall grave man, a priest I should fancy or a philosopher, or something of that kind." "Not some Christian trap ?" asked Karnis suspiciously.

"You do not know this place, and since the edict..." "Never fear, father! There were images of the gods in the halls and corridors, and in the room where we were received by Gorgo, the beautiful daughter of Porphyrius, there was an altar before an image of Isis, quite freshly anointed .-- This Porphyrius is a very rich merchant; we learnt that afterwards, and many other things.