Two golden eagles on the top of posts stood on each side of the tent, and on the flaps of the tent which was very gorgeous to look at were the letters S.P.Q.R.
The great man turned unchanged on the newcomers the august glance that he had turned on the violet waters of the Channel.

Though they had suddenly appeared out of nothing, Caesar never showed by the faintest movement of an eyelid, by the least tightening of that firm mouth, that they were not some long expected embassy.

He waved a calm hand towards the sentinels, who sprang weapons in hand towards the newcomers.
'Back!' he said in a voice that thrilled like music.

'Since when has Caesar feared children and students ?' To the children he seemed to speak in the only language they knew; but the learned gentleman heard--in rather a strange accent, but quite intelligibly--the lips of Caesar speaking in the Latin tongue, and in that tongue, a little stiffly, he answered-- 'It is a dream, O Caesar.' 'A dream ?' repeated Caesar.

'What is a dream ?' 'This,' said the learned gentleman.
'Not it,' said Cyril, 'it's a sort of magic.