To-morrow evening a messenger from Praeneste will come here, and if your guest is still safe in your custody, you shall have six more gold pieces.

At that time, doubtless, you can let him go; but don't violate my orders, or--" "Your excellency pays like a senator," said the landlord, bowing, as he fingered the gold.

"Trust me that your wishes shall be obeyed." "They had better be," hinted Agias.

"I am not what I seem by my dress.
If you disobey, fear the wrath of a man before whom the world trembles!" "He must be an agent of Caesar, or Pompeius," muttered the landlord to himself.

And Agias, having seen two serving-boys tugging Phaon's prone weight away to a secluded hay-mow, called for his refreshed Numidian, clattered out of the filthy court, and rode away into the night, with the stars burning above him..