CHAPTER VI: THE NEW DIOGENES.
About five o'clock the next morning, Raphael Aben-Ezra was lying in bed, alternately yawning over a manuscript of Philo Judaeus, pulling the ears of his huge British mastiff, watching the sparkle of the fountain in the court outside, wondering when that lazy boy would come to tell him that the bath was warmed, and meditating, half aloud....
'Alas! poor me! Here I am, back again--just at the point from which I started!....

How am I to get free from that heathen Siren?
Plagues on her! I shall end by falling in love with her....

I don't know that I have not got a barb of the blind boy in me already.

I felt absurdly glad the other day when that fool told me he dare not accept her modest offer.

Ha! ha! A delicious joke it would have been to have seen Orestes bowing down to stocks and stones, and Hypatia installed in the ruins of the Serapeium, as High Priestess of the Abomination of Desolation!.