I only hope I might not be seized with a sudden impulse to make a face at the audience.

But if they did not come too close I really might..." "You could do no better than to play the parts that Posidonius might give you," interrupted Medius.

"His audiences like to see good daemons, the kindly protecting spirits, and so forth.

You would have to appear among clouds behind a transparent veil, and the people would hail you with acclamations or even raise their hands in adoration." All this seemed to Dada perfectly delightful, and she was on the point of giving her hand to Medius in token of agreement, when her eye caught the anxious gaze of the young Christian girl who stood before her with a deep flush on her face.

Agne seemed to be blushing for her.