Egypt -- History -- 30 B.C.-640 A.D. -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Hadrian, Emperor of Rome, 76-138 -- Fiction
"Silence! All that belongs to my own adornment of course I cannot do
without, for I must be prepared to meet Caesar in a dress befitting my
rank; but the little bronze Eros there must be worth something,
Plutarch's ivory cup, which is beautifully carved, and above all, that
picture; its former possessor was convinced that it had been painted by
Apelles himself herein Alexandria. You shall know at once what these
little things are worth, for, as the gods vouchsafed, on my way home I
met, here in the palace, Gabinius of Nicaea, the dealer in such objects.
He promised me that when he had done his business with the architect he
would come to me to inspect my treasures, and to pay money down for
anything that might suit him. If my Apelles pleases him, he will give
ten talents for that alone, and if he buys it for only the half or even
the tenth of that sum, I will make you enjoy yourself for once, Selene."
"We will see," said the pale girl, shrugging her shoulders, and her
sister exclaimed:
"Show him the sword too, that you always declared belonged to Caesar, and
if he gives you a good sum for it you will buy me a gold bracelet."
"And Selene shall have one, too. But I have the very slenderest
hopes of the sword, for a connoisseur would hardly pronounce it genuine.
But I have other things, many others. Hark! that is Gabinius, no doubt.
Quick, Selene, throw the chiton round me again. My chaplet, Arsinoe.
A well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one. I have
ordered the slave to await him in the ante-room; it is always done in
the best houses."
The curiosity dealer was a small, lean man, who, by prudence and good
luck, had raised himself to be one of the most esteemed of his class and
a rich man. Having matured his knowledge by industry, and experience, he
knew better than any man how to distinguish what was good from what was
indifferent or bad, what was genuine from what was spurious. No one had
a keener eye; but he was abrupt in his dealings with those from whom he
had nothing to gain. In circumstances where there was profit in view, he
could, to be sure, be polite even to subservience and show inexhaustible
patience. He commanded himself so far as to listen with an air of
conviction to the steward as he told him in a condescending tone that he
was tired of his little possessions, that he could just as well keep them
as part with them; he merely wanted to show them to him as a connoisseur
and would only part with them if a good round sum were offered for what
was in fact idle capital. One piece after another passed through the
dealer's slender fingers, or was placed before him that be might
contemplate it; but the man spoke not, and only shook his head as he
examined every fresh object. And when Keraunus told him whence this or
that specimen of his treasures had been obtained, he only murmured--
"Indeed" or "Really,"
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