One after another--the humbler folks in parties together--the visitors were led from the atrium into the carpeted reception-room, where the master of the house stood to welcome them in robes of dazzling whiteness[134] and wearing his priestly head-gear.[135] He had already dismissed a considerable number of important personages, when a tall officer, stout almost to clumsiness, was announced and at once admitted, interrupting as he did the strict order of succession. This was no less a person than Clodianus, the adjutant of Caesar himself. He came in noisily, embraced and kissed the priest and then, glancing round at the slaves, asked if he might be allowed a few words with Titus Claudius in private. The priest gave a sign; the slaves withdrew into a side room. “There is no end to it all!” cried Clodianus, throwing himself into a large arm-chair. “Every day brings some fresh annoyance!” “What am I to hear now?” sighed the high-priest. “Oh! this time it has nothing to do with the outbreak among the Nazarenes and all the troubles of these last weeks. We can detect here and there extraordinary symptoms, and fabulous rumors ... for instance ... but, your word of honor that you will be silent...!” “Can you doubt it?” “Well, for instance, it sounds incredible ... but Parthenius[136] brought it all from Lycoris the fair Gaul.... It is said that this Nazarene craze has seized the very highest personages.... They even name....” He stopped and looked round the room, as if he feared to be overheard. “Well?” said the high-priest. “They name Titus Flavius Clemens,[137] the Consul....” “Folly! a relation of Caesar’s. The man who spreads such a report should be found out and brought to condign punishment....” “Folly! that is what I said too! Infernal nonsense. Still the story is characteristic, and proves what the people conceive of as possible....” “Patience, patience, noble Clodianus! Things will alter as winter approaches. The wildest torrent may be dammed up. But we are digressing--what new annoyance?” “Ah! to be sure,” interrupted Clodianus. “Then nothing of it has reached your ears?” “No one has mentioned anything to me.” “They dare not.” “And why?” “Because your views are well known. They know that you hate the populace--and the populace yesterday achieved a triumph.” “And in what way?” asked Claudius frowning. “In the circus.[138] I can tell you, my respected friend, it was a frightful scandal, a real storm in miniature! Caesar turned pale--nay he trembled.” “Trembled!” cried Claudius indignantly.