His bare arms were ornamented in Eastern fashion with two broad golden bands fastened above the elbow; below they were carefully stripped of hair.

They were smooth, but too muscular,--real arms of a soldier, they were made for the sword and the shield.

On his head was a garland of roses.

With brows joining above the nose, with splendid eyes and a dark complexion, he was the impersonation of youth and strength, as it were.

To Lygia he seemed so beautiful that though her first amazement had passed, she was barely able to answer,--"A greeting, Marcus." "Happy," said he, "are my eyes, which see thee; happy my ears, which hear thy voice, dearer to me than the sound of lutes or citharas.