"Nor who is laughed at ’till it is won!" "Here is our Titus, my good friends," said Lentulus, coming forward, leading along with him a slightly-made but well-formed and active-looking man, with a downcast yet roving eye, and a sneering lip, as if he were one who believing nothing, deserved not to be believed in anything himself. "He hath the letters, and credentials secured on his person. On his introduction, our Catiline shall know you as true friends, and as such receive and reward you!" "Titus Volturcius, is welcome. We tarried but for him, we will now take our leaves, with thanks for your gracious courtesies." "A trifle, a mere trifle," said Sempronia, who had that moment returned—"We only desired to teach you how we Romans live in our homes daily." "A very pleasant lesson, ha! my young friend"—said Lentulus to Eachin; and then he said out to Cethegus, in Greek, "I am compelled to call the Highland bull my friend, for his accursed name would break the jaws of any Roman—there is no twisting it into Latin!" "Hush! he will hear you, Lentulus," said the other. "I believe the brutes hear with their eyes, and understand through their finger-ends," and he too used the same language; yet, strange to say, it would have seemed as if the young man did in some sort comprehend his words, for his cheek turned fiery red, and he bit his lip, and played nervously with the hilt of the claymore. "Thou will not forget the lesson!" whispered Sempronia. "Never!" replied the Highlander. "Never while one red drop runs in these veins. And the last drop in them will I shed gladly, to teach these noble Romans how grateful a barbarian can be, poor though he be and half savage, for being thus instructed in Roman hospitality and Roman virtue! Farewell, ye noble Senators, farewell most beautiful and noble matron!" And with deep salutations, half dignified, half awkward, the Gauls strode away, into the quiet and moon-lighted streets, strange contrast to the glare and riot of those patrician halls and polluted chambers. "A singular speech that!" said Cethegus musing. "It sounded much as if it might bear a double meaning! could it be irony and cover treason?" "Irony in a stupid Gaul! thou art mad, Cethegus, to think of it!" said Autronius with a sneer. "I should as soon look for wit in an elephant," said Longinus Cassius. "Or I for love in a cold lizard!" cried Sempronia, laughing. "You found some love in the barbarian, I think, my Sempronia?" exclaimed Cethegus. "More warmth than wit, I assure you," she replied still laughing. "I acted my part with him rarely. If he were inclined once to play us false, he is bound to us now by chains"— "Of roses, fair one?" "Never mind. If he break them, call me"— "Chaste? Sempronia"—enquired Cæparius, interrupting her. "Audacious!" she answered with an affected frown, amid the laugh which followed the retort.