'Ah! to be sure,' grunted Sporus, with a twinkle of his small eye. 'He takes the sword, I the net and the trident: it will be rare sport. I hope the survivor will have enough to keep up the dignity of the crown.' 'Never fear, we'll fill the purse, my Hector,' said Clodius: 'let me see--you fight against Niger? Glaucus, a bet--I back Niger.' 'I told you so,' cried Niger exultingly. 'The noble Clodius knows me; count yourself dead already, my Sporus.' Clodius took out his tablet. 'A bet--ten sestertia. What say you?' 'So be it,' said Glaucus. 'But whom have we here? I never saw this hero before'; and he glanced at Lydon, whose limbs were slighter than those of his companions, and who had something of grace, and something even of nobleness, in his face, which his profession had not yet wholly destroyed. 'It is Lydon, a youngster, practised only with the wooden sword as yet,' answered Niger, condescendingly. 'But he has the true blood in him, and has challenged Tetraides.' 'He challenged me,' said Lydon: 'I accept the offer.' 'And how do you fight?' asked Lepidus. 'Chut, my boy, wait a while before you contend with Tetraides.' Lydon smiled disdainfully. 'Is he a citizen or a slave?' said Clodius. 'A citizen--we are all citizens here,' quoth Niger. 'Stretch out your arm, my Lydon,' said Lepidus, with the air of a connoisseur. The gladiator, with a significant glance at his companions, extended an arm which, if not so huge in its girth as those of his comrades, was so firm in its muscles, so beautifully symmetrical in its proportions, that the three visitors uttered simultaneously an admiring exclamation. 'Well, man, what is your weapon?' said Clodius, tablet in hand. 'We are to fight first with the cestus; afterwards, if both survive, with swords,' returned Tetraides, sharply, and with an envious scowl. 'With the cestus!' cried Glaucus; 'there you are wrong, Lydon; the cestus is the Greek fashion: I know it well. You should have encouraged flesh for that contest: you are far too thin for it--avoid the cestus.' 'I cannot,' said Lydon. 'And why?' 'I have said--because he has challenged me.' 'But he will not hold you to the precise weapon.' 'My honour holds me!' returned Lydon, proudly. 'I bet on Tetraides, two to one, at the cestus,' said Clodius; shall it be, Lepidus?--even betting, with swords.' 'If you give me three to one, I will not take the odds, said Lepidus: 'Lydon will never come to the swords. You are mighty courteous.' 'What say you, Glaucus?' said Clodius. 'I will take the odds three to one.' 'Ten sestertia to thirty.' 'Yes.' Clodius wrote the bet in his book. 'Pardon me, noble sponsor mine,' said Lydon, in a low voice to Glaucus: 'but how much think you the victor will gain?' 'How much? why, perhaps seven sestertia.' 'You are sure it will be as much?' 'At least. But out on you!--a Greek would have thought of the honour, and not the money. O Italians! everywhere ye are Italians!'