"Once a certain proconsul, a great disbeliever, sent a slave to the temple of Mopsus with a sealed letter which he would not let any one open; he did this to try if the god could answer the question contained in the letter.

The slave slept a night in the temple to have a prophetic dream; he returned then and said: 'I saw a youth in my dreams; he was as bright as the sun, and spoke only one word, "Black."' The proconsul, when he heard this, grew pale, and turning to his guests, disbelievers like himself, said: 'Do ye know what was in the letter ?'" Here Vestinius stopped, and, raising his goblet with wine, began to drink.
"What was in the letter ?" asked Senecio.
"In the letter was the question: 'What is the color of the bull which I am to sacrifice: white or black ?'" But the interest roused by the narrative was interrupted by Vitelius, who, drunk when he came to the feast, burst forth on a sudden and without cause in senseless laughter.
"What is that keg of tallow laughing at ?" asked Nero.
"Laughter distinguishes men from animals," said Petronius, "and he has no other proof that he is not a wild boar." Vitelius stopped half-way in his laughter, and smacking his lips, shining from fat and sauces, looked at those present with as much astonishment as if he had never seen them before; then he raised his two hands, which were like cushions, and said in a hoarse voice,--"The ring of a knight has fallen from my finger, and it was inherited from my father." "Who was a tailor," added Nero.
But Vitelius burst forth again in unexpected laughter, and began to search for his ring in the peplus of Calvia Crispinilla.
Hereupon Vestinius fell to imitating the cries of a frightened woman.
Nigidia, a friend of Calvia,--a young widow with the face of a child and the eyes of a wanton,--said aloud,--"He is seeking what he has not lost." "And which will be useless to him if he finds it," finished the poet Lucan.
The feast grew more animated.

Crowds of slaves bore around successive courses; from great vases filled with snow and garlanded with ivy, smaller vessels with various kinds of wine were brought forth unceasingly.

All drank freely.

On the guests, roses fell from the ceiling at intervals.
Petronius entreated Nero to dignify the feast with his song before the guests drank too deeply.