There's time enough, and time"-- he took a little mirror from the table and looked down upon it--"can accomplish many things," he added.

"It will have the assistance of fame and honor and new faces.

Now go, I beg of you, and leave me to my work." A delegation of Jews--petty merchants of the Trastevere--were leaving as Vergilius entered.

The emperor, now alone save for his young caller, rose and gave him a sprig of laurel.
"Sit here," said he, resuming his seat and pausing for a little to study a sheet of vellum in his hands.

He continued, without raising his eyes: "I have another test for you, my fair son.