"When Aureus returned to the villa late that evening, though he may not have been intellectually much wiser, he had tasted of the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and knew more of evil than formerly; but it is doubtful whether he or his teacher had any active consciousness of sin. They were little better than half-educated savages, and their training on the moral side had in one case been neglected, and in the other perverted. "After Viola’s return, she noticed a change in her fair slave. He was as devoted as ever, but less bright and natural in manner. When they were alone together he would sit watching her every movement The sensation of being thus watched made her angry and uncomfortable. "On one such occasion she turned to him and said crossly, ’I shall sell you. You’re getting too old and dull to be any amusement. What has come to you of late? Ah! it never struck me before. You’re in love!’ "As she said this, the boy turned scarlet. She had guessed part of the truth, but not that he was in love with her. "’Yes, I see it now--in love with that hateful slave Myra!’ she continued, stamping her foot. ’I ought to have known! They told me that you and she had been out together in my absence. I’ll teach her to go interfering with my slaves! I’ll let her know who rules here!’ "And the girl, raging with passion, bade Aureus to follow, and hurried back to the villa. Going into one of the inner rooms, she told some of the maidens to fetch Myra, who came reluctantly at her summons. The slight girl, absolute mistress of those around, drew up her haughty little figure, when she saw the beautiful slave enter, and at once demanded by whose authority she had left the enclosure during her absence. "This was too great a strain on Myra’s temper, and relying on the favour shown by her master, she became insolent, even taunting her mistress with her illegitimate birth. "’Who are you!’ she cried, ’to rule over me! Daughter of a slave! Soon shall you be turned from your high position, and be servant of my children. Who made you better than the others, that you dare to give orders to me?’ "For a moment Viola stood speechless with anger, her face contracted with rage; then turning to those round her, she cried-- "’Bind her, the insolent brute! I’ll teach her whether I am mistress or not!’ "The slave-girls were nothing loth to see their haughty companion humbled, for they were jealous of her beauty, and of the favour which had hitherto been shown to her. In a moment the wretched girl was seized, the grand tunic of which she had been so proud was taken from her, and her hands and feet tightly bound. "’Now,’ said Viola, ’bring the double-lashed whip.’ "When Myra heard this order, her pride vanished, and with tears and entreaties she began to cry to her mistress to spare her. But Viola only mocked at her terror.