Her face was clear and calm; joy was in her eyes.
Petronius looked at her.

She seemed to him very beautiful.

After a while, when she had covered him with the toga, she began to arrange it, bending at times to lengthen the folds.

He noticed that her arms had a marvellous pale rose-color, and her bosom and shoulders the transparent reflections of pearl or alabaster.
"Eunice," said he, "has the man come to Tiresias whom thou didst mention yesterday ?" "He has, lord." "What is his name ?" "Chilo Chilonides." "Who is he ?" "A physician, a sage, a soothsayer, who knows how to read people's fates and predict the future." "Has he predicted the future to thee ?" Eunice was covered with a blush which gave a rosy color to her ears and her neck even.
"Yes, lord." "What has he predicted ?" "That pain and happiness would meet me." "Pain met thee yesterday at the hands of Tiresias; hence happiness also should come." "It has come, lord, already." "What ?" "I remain," said she in a whisper.
Petronius put his hand on her golden head.
"Thou hast arranged the folds well to-day, and I am satisfied with thee, Eunice." Under that touch her eyes were mist-covered in one instant from happiness, and her bosom began to heave quickly.
Petronius and Vinicius passed into the atrium, where Chilo Chilonides was waiting.

When he saw them, he made a low bow.