How Gabinius Met with a Rebuff I Publius Gabinius, the boon comrade of Lucius Ahenobarbus, differed little from many another man of his age in mode of life, or variety of aspirations.

He had run through all the fashionable excitements of the day; was tired of horse-racing, peacock dinners, Oriental sweethearts; tired even of dice.

And of late he had begun to grow morose, and his friends commenced to think him rather dull company.
But for some days he had found a new object of interest.

With Lucius Ahenobarbus he had been at the Circus Flaminius, waiting for the races to begin, when he startled his friend by a clutch on the arm.
"Look!" was Gabinius's exclamation.

"Is she not beautiful ?" He pointed to where Fabia, the Vestal, was taking her seat upon a cushion placed for her by a maid, and all the people around were standing, very respectfully, until she was seated The priestess was clothed in perfect white,--dress, ribbons, fillet--a notable contrast to the brave show of purple, and scarlet, and blue mantles all about her.
"Beautiful?
Yes," repeated Lucius, rather carelessly.