The old man turned to look at the sanctuary which, as yet, remained intact.
"A barbarous structure!" he said bitterly.

"The art of the Egyptians has long been numbered with the dead and the tiger hungers only for the living!" "Nay, it is not such a bad piece of work," replied the steward, "but it is out of their reach; for the ground on which it stands belongs to my old mistress, and the law protects private property .-- You must at your leisure inspect the ship-yard here; it is perhaps the most extensive in the world.

The timber that is piled there--cedar of Lebanon, oak from Pontus and heavy iron-wood from Ethiopia--is worth hundreds of talents." "And does all that belong to your master ?" "No; the owner is the grandson of a freedman, formerly in his family.
Now they are very rich and highly respected, and Master Clemens sits in the Senate.

There he is--that man in a white robe." "A Christian, I should imagine," observed the singer.
"Very true;" replied the steward.

"But what is good remains good, and he is a worthy and excellent man notwithstanding.