He spoke with such emphasis, that the stranger glanced at him. “What desire of yours can be unfulfilled?” A meaning smile parted the Roman’s lips. “If you are thinking of things which gold and silver will purchase, certainly I lack little. Everything may be had in Rome for money; everything--excepting one thing; the stilling of our craving for happiness.” “What do you understand by that?” “Can you ask me? I, here and as you see me, am a favorite of fortune, rich and independent by my grandfather’s will, which left me possessed of several millions at an early age--as free and healthy as a bird--strong and well-grown and expert in all that is expected of a young fellow in my position. I had hardly to do more than put out my hand, to acquire the most influential position and the highest offices and honors--to become Praetor or Consul.[73] I am well received at court, and look boldly in the face of Caesar, before whom so many tremble. I am betrothed to a maiden as fair as Aphrodite herself, and a hundred others, no less fair, would give years of their lives to call me their lover for a week--and yet--have you ever felt what it is to loathe your existence?” “No!” said Aurelius. “Then you are divine, among mortals. You see, weeks and months go by in the turmoil of enjoyment; the bewildered brain is incapable of following it all--then life is endurable. My cup wreathed with roses, a fiery-eyed dancer from Gades[74] by my side, floating on the giddy whirl of luxury, as mad and thoughtless as a thyrsus-bearer[75] at the feast of Dionysus--under such conditions I can bear it for a while. But here, where my unoccupied mind is thrown back upon itself....” “But what you say,” interrupted Aurelius, “proves not that you are satiated with the joys of life, so much as--you will forgive my plainness--that you are satiated with excess. You are betrothed, you say, and yet you can feel a flame for a fiery-eyed Gaditanian. In my country a man keeps away from all other girls, when he has chosen his bride.” “Oh yes! I know that morality has taken refuge in the provinces,” said Quintus ironically. “But the youth of Rome go to work somewhat differently, and no one thinks the worse of us for it. Of course we avoid public comment, which otherwise is anxiously courted--but we live nevertheless just as the humor takes us.” Aurelius shook his head doubtfully. “Well, well,” said Quintus. “You good folks in the north have a stricter code--Tacitus describes the savage Germanic tribes as almost equally severe. But Rome is Roman.--No prayers can alter that; and after all you get used to it! I believe Cornelia herself would hardly scold if she heard.... Besides, it is in the air. Old Cato has long, long been forgotten, and the new Babylon by the Tiber wants pleasure--will have pleasure, for in pleasure alone can she find her vocation and the justification of her existence.” “And does your bride live in the capital?” asked Aurelius after a pause.