_Her_. Anything sweet. Anything with honey in it. Dried figs are his favourite dish. _Sixth D_. That is all right. We will get in a supply of Carian fig-cakes. _Zeus_. Call the next lot. Stoicism; the creed of the sorrowful countenance, the close-cropped creed. _Her_. Ah yes, several customers, I fancy, are on the look-out for him. Virtue incarnate! The very quintessence of creeds! Who is for universal monopoly? _Seventh D_. How are we to understand that? _Her_. Why, here is monopoly of wisdom, monopoly of beauty, monopoly of courage, monopoly of justice. Sole king, sole orator, sole legislator, sole millionaire. _Seventh D_. And I suppose sole cook, sole tanner, sole carpenter, and all that? _Her_. Presumably. _Seventh D_. Regard me as your purchaser, good fellow, and tell me all about yourself. I dare say you think it rather hard to be sold for a slave? _Chrys_. Not at all. These things are beyond our control. And what is beyond our control is indifferent. _Seventh D_. I don't see how you make that out. _Chrys_. What! Have you yet to learn that of _indifferentia_ some are _praeposita_ and others _rejecta_? _Seventh D_. Still I don't quite see. _Chrys_. No; how should you? You are not familiar with our terms. You lack the _comprehensio visi_. The earnest student of logic knows this and more than this. He understands the nature of subject, predicate, and contingent, and the distinctions between them. _Seventh D_. Now in Wisdom's name, tell me, pray, what is a predicate? what is a contingent? There is a ring about those words that takes my fancy. _Chrys_. With all my heart. A man lame in one foot knocks that foot accidentally against a stone, and gets a cut. Now the man is _subject_ to lameness; which is the _predicate_. And the cut is a _contingency_. _Seventh D_. Oh, subtle! What else can you tell me? _Chrys_. I have verbal involutions, for the better hampering, crippling, and muzzling of my antagonists. This is performed by the use of the far-famed syllogism. _Seventh D_. Syllogism! I warrant him a tough customer. _Chrys_. Take a case. You have a child? _Seventh D_. Well, and what if I have? _Chrys_. A crocodile catches him as he wanders along the bank of a river, and promises to restore him to you, if you will first guess correctly whether he means to restore him or not. Which are you going to say? _Seventh D_. A difficult question. I don't know which way I should get him back soonest. In Heaven's name, answer for me, and save the child before he is eaten up. _Chrys_. Ha, ha. I will teach you far other things than that. _Seventh D_. For instance? _Chrys_. There is the 'Reaper.' There is the 'Rightful Owner.' Better still, there is the 'Electra' and the 'Man in the Hood.' _Seventh D_. Who was he? and who was Electra?