A blush mantled over the bronzed cheek of the gladiator. 'Do not wrong me, noble Glaucus; I think of both, but I should never have been a gladiator but for the money.' 'Base! mayest thou fall! A miser never was a hero.' 'I am not a miser,' said Lydon, haughtily, and he withdrew to the other end of the room. 'But I don't see Burbo; where is Burbo? I must talk with Burbo,' cried Clodius. 'He is within,' said Niger, pointing to the door at the extremity of the room. 'And Stratonice, the brave old lass, where is she?' quoth Lepidus. 'Why, she was here just before you entered; but she heard something that displeased her yonder, and vanished. Pollux! old Burbo had perhaps caught hold of some girl in the back room. I heard a female's voice crying out; the old dame is as jealous as Juno.' 'Ho! excellent!' cried Lepidus, laughing. 'Come, Clodius, let us go shares with Jupiter; perhaps he has caught a Leda.' At this moment a loud cry of pain and terror startled the group. 'Oh, spare me! spare me! I am but a child, I am blind--is not that punishment enough?' 'O Pallas! I know that voice, it is my poor flower-girl!' exclaimed Glaucus, and he darted at once into the quarter whence the cry rose. He burst the door; he beheld Nydia writhing in the grasp of the infuriate hag; the cord, already dabbled with blood, was raised in the air--it was suddenly arrested. 'Fury!' said Glaucus, and with his left hand he caught Nydia from her grasp; 'how dare you use thus a girl--one of your own sex, a child! My Nydia, my poor infant!' 'Oh? is that you--is that Glaucus?' exclaimed the flower-girl, in a tone almost of transport; the tears stood arrested on her cheek; she smiled, she clung to his breast, she kissed his robe as she clung. 'And how dare you, pert stranger! interfere between a free woman and her slave. By the gods! despite your fine tunic and your filthy perfumes, I doubt whether you are even a Roman citizen, my mannikin.' 'Fair words, mistress--fair words!' said Clodius, now entering with Lepidus. 'This is my friend and sworn brother; he must be put under shelter of your tongue, sweet one; it rains stones!' 'Give me my slave!' shrieked the virago, placing her mighty grasp on the breast of the Greek. 'Not if all your sister Furies could help you,' answered Glaucus. 'Fear not, sweet Nydia; an Athenian never forsook distress!' 'Holla!' said Burbo, rising reluctantly, 'What turmoil is all this about a slave? Let go the young gentleman, wife--let him go: for his sake the pert thing shall be spared this once.' So saying, he drew, or rather dragged off, his ferocious help-mate. 'Methought when we entered,' said Clodius, 'there was another man present?' 'He is gone.' For the priest of Isis had indeed thought it high time to vanish.