His companion's appearance was as insignificant as his own was stately and commanding.

Nothing distinguished the Syrian from a thousand of his fellows but the cunning stamped on his sharply-cut features; still, the great Magian seemed to hold him in some esteem, for he readily replied to the little man's questions and remarks.
At this moment the Syrian waved his hand in the air with a gesture common to men of his race when displaying their own superior knowledge, as he said "What did I spend ten years in Rome for, if I do not know Serenus Samonicus?
He is the greatest book-collector in the empire.

And he regards himself as a second AEsculapius, and has written a book on medicine in verse, which Geta, Caesar's murdered brother, always had about him, for he regarded the physicians here as mere bunglers.

He is as rich as the Alabarch, and riding in his coach is Galenus, for whom Caesar sent.

What can that girl want of him ?" "H'm!" muttered the other, stroking his beard with thoughtful dignity.
"She is a modest maiden; it can only be something urgent and important which has prompted her to address the Roman." "Your Castor will be able to find out," replied the Syrian Annianus.
"That omniscient rascal can get through a key-hole, and by to-morrow will be the best friend of the Roman's people, if you care to know." "We will see," said Serapion.