I have known all along what might do him good, but I dare not attempt it alone, and there is no one in Alexandria....

But Galen has come to join Caesar.

If he, old as he is--But it is not for the likes of us to intrude into Caesar's quarters--Still--" He paused, laying his hand on his brow, and rubbing it thoughtfully with his short middle finger.

Then he suddenly exclaimed: "The old man would never come here.

But the Serapeum, where the sick lie awaiting divine or diabolical counsel in dreams--Galen will go there.