That he was a Jew was apparent no less by dress than by feature. His Jewish garments differed only in color and texture from those worn by his fathers in Judea. The outer gown was of light green scantly shot with points of gold. The pair walked slowly as if unconscious of the presence of others, and the attitude of the man, bending to look into Lydia's face as she walked, was clearly more attentive than ordinary courtesy demanded. "Approacheth Justin Classicus," said Flaccus. "In that garment he looks much like a chameleon that has strayed across an Attic meadow in spring." "Behold, already the witchery of the garden!" Agrippa said softly to Junia. "This," added the proconsul, introducing the new-comer, "is Justin Classicus, the latest fashion in philosophers, the most popular Jew in Alexandria." Classicus bowed, glanced at Junia and again at Agrippa, and made a place for Lydia on the exedra, so that he might sit on a taboret at her feet. "What news, good sir," Agrippa asked, "among the schools over the world?" "News?" Classicus repeated. "Nothing. Philo is silent; Petronius is mersed in affairs in Bithynia; Rome's gone a-frolicking, scholars and all, to Capri." "Alas!" said Flaccus; "nothing happens now but scandal; even the ancient miracles of divine visitations, phenixes, comets and monsters have ceased." "But you say nothing of religion," said Classicus. "Yet possibly it follows, now, in order." "After monsters, phenixes and the rest," put in Agrippa. "What is it?" Flaccus asked. "Perchance thou hast heard," Classicus responded. "It issues out of Judea, which adds to its interest, since we are accustomed to nothing but sobriety from Palestine." "What is it?" Flaccus insisted. "A new Messiah!" "Oh," Agrippa cried wearily, "a new Messiah! How many in the past generation, Cypros? Ten, twenty, a hundred? Alas! Classicus, that thou shouldst serve up as new something which every Jew hath expected and discovered and rejected for the last three thousand years." "O happy race!" Junia exclaimed; "which hath something to which to look forward! But what is a Messiah?" "A god," said Agrippa. "The anointed king," Cypros corrected hastily, "of godly origin that shall restore the Jews to dominion over the world!" "_Mirabile dictu!_" Junia cried. "Olympian Jove!" Flaccus exclaimed, smiting his muscular leg. "What a task, what an ambition, what an achievement! I behold Caesar's dudgeon. Go on, Classicus; though it be old to thy remarkable race, used to aspiring to the scope of Olympus, let us hear, who have never wished to be more than Caesar!" "It is not so much of the Messiah," Classicus responded, smiling, "as his--school, if it may be so called. One of the followers appeared at the Library some time ago, perchance as long as three years ago--an Egyptian of the upper classes, much traveled, and told such a remarkable tale of the Messiah's birth and death that he instantly lost caste for truthfulness."