"To the Lord Pompeius, this is the warning, and to his enemy, "'_He that is highest shall rise yet higher; He that is second shall utterly fall!_' I have said." And before the noble Romans could command the free play of their senses, the vision at the window had vanished, either out of doors, or behind some doorway or curtain.

The company sat gazing uneasily at each other for several minutes.

The Magnus was breathing heavily, as though he had passed through a terrible mental ordeal.

Cato, the Stoic and ascetic, had his eyes riveted on the carpet, and his face was as stony as an Egyptian Colossus.
Then a coarse forced laugh from Piso broke the spell.
"Capital, Pompeius! You _are_ a favourite of the gods!" "I ?" ventured the Magnus, moving his lips slowly.
"Of course," cried several voices at once, catching the cue from Piso.
"You are the first in the world, Caesar the second! You are to rise to new glories, and Caesar is to utterly fall!" "The stars have said it, gentlemen," said Pompeius, solemnly; "Caesar shall meet his fate.

Let there be war." * * * * * Lentulus Crus rode away from the conference, his litter side by side with that of Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, the consular, whom we will know as Domitius to distinguish from his son and namesake.