"In the morning I must go to see Eusebius and then...." "Well, then ?" "Then I must--I mean I should like...." "What ?" "Well, to be sure I might, all the same .-- But no, it is not to be done--I have...." "What, what ?" cried Demetrius with increasing impatience: "My time is limited and if you start the horses without knowing my way of managing them they will certainly not do their best.

As soon as the market begins to fill we will set out.

We shall need a few hours for the Hippodrome, then we will dine with Damon, and before dark...." "No, no," replied Marcus, "to-morrow, certainly, I positively cannot...." "People who have nothing to do always lack time," replied the other.

"Is to-morrow one of your festivals ?" "No, not that=-and Good Heavens! If only I could...." "Could, could!" cried Demetrius angrily and standing close in front of his brother with his arms folded.

"Say out honestly: 'I will not go,' or else, 'my affairs are my own secret and I mean to keep it.'-- But give me no more of your silly equivocations." His vehemence increased the younger man's embarrassment, and as he stood trying to find an explanation which might come somewhat near the truth and yet not betray him, Demetrius, who had stood watching him closely, suddenly exclaimed: "By Aphrodite, the daughter of the foam! it is a love affair--an assignation .-- Woman, woman, always woman!" "An assignation!" cried Marcus shaking his head.