The second course was gone--the feasters fell back on their couches--there was a pause while they listened to the soft voices of the South, and the music of the Arcadian reed. Glaucus was the most rapt and the least inclined to break the silence, but Clodius began already to think that they wasted time. 'Bene vobis! (Your health!) my Glaucus,' said he, quaffing a cup to each letter of the Greek's name, with the ease of the practised drinker. 'Will you not be avenged on your ill-fortune of yesterday? See, the dice court us.' 'As you will,' said Glaucus. 'The dice in summer, and I an aedile!' said Pansa, magisterially; 'it is against all law.' 'Not in your presence, grave Pansa,' returned Clodius, rattling the dice in a long box; 'your presence restrains all license: it is not the thing, but the excess of the thing, that hurts.' 'What wisdom!' muttered the umbra. 'Well, I will look another way,' said the aedile. 'Not yet, good Pansa; let us wait till we have supped,' said Glaucus. Clodius reluctantly yielded, concealing his vexation with a yawn. 'He gapes to devour the gold,' whispered Lepidus to Sallust, in a quotation from the Aulularia of Plautus. 'Ah! how well I know these polypi, who hold all they touch,' answered Sallust, in the same tone, and out of the same play. The third course, consisting of a variety of fruits, pistachio nuts, sweetmeats, tarts, and confectionery tortured into a thousand fantastic and airy shapes, was now placed upon the table; and the ministri, or attendants, also set there the wine (which had hitherto been handed round to the guests) in large jugs of glass, each bearing upon it the schedule of its age and quality. 'Taste this Lesbian, my Pansa,' said Sallust; 'it is excellent.' 'It is not very old,' said Glaucus, 'but it has been made precocious, like ourselves, by being put to the fire:--the wine to the flames of Vulcan--we to those of his wife--to whose honour I pour this cup.' 'It is delicate,' said Pansa, 'but there is perhaps the least particle too much of rosin in its flavor.' 'What a beautiful cup!' cried Clodius, taking up one of transparent crystal, the handles of which were wrought with gems, and twisted in the shape of serpents, the favorite fashion at Pompeii. 'This ring,' said Glaucus, taking a costly jewel from the first joint of his finger and hanging it on the handle, 'gives it a richer show, and renders it less unworthy of thy acceptance, my Clodius, on whom may the gods bestow health and fortune, long and oft to crown it to the brim!' 'You are too generous, Glaucus,' said the gamester, handing the cup to his slave; 'but your love gives it a double value.' 'This cup to the Graces!' said Pansa, and he thrice emptied his calix. The guests followed his example. 'We have appointed no director to the feast,' cried Sallust. 'Let us throw for him, then,' said Clodius, rattling the dice-box.