He shall be moneyed; he shall be moneyed!" Costobarus leaned toward his friend and with a sweep of his hand indicated the stripped room.

It was a noble chamber.

The stamp of the elegant simplicity of Cyrus, the Persian, was upon it.

The ancient blue and white mosaics that had been laid by the Parsee builder and the fretwork and twisted pillars were there, but the silky carpets, the censers and the chairs of fine woods were gone.

Costobarus looked steadily at the perplexed countenance of Philip.
"Seest thou how much I believe in this youth ?" he asked.
A shade of uneasiness crossed Philip's forehead.
"Thou art no longer young, Costobarus," he said, "and disappointments go hard with us, at our age--especially, especially." "I shall not be disappointed," Costobarus declared.
The friendly Jew looked doubtful.
"The nation is in a sad state," he observed.