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Here Philostratus paused, and gazed inquiringly at her; but she only shook her head gently, and answered: "My brain is so confused that I can scarcely hear even, but I feel that your words are well meant and wise. What you put before me would certainly be worth considering if there were anything left for me to consider about.
In the tablinum, which had been converted into a sick-room, nothing was heard but the breathing and gentle snoring of the sleeping man. Even Philostratus was asleep on an arm-chair at the back of the room. When the philosopher had returned, Caracalla had noticed him, and dozing, or perhaps in his dreams, he had ordered him to remain by him. So the learned man felt bound to spend the night there.
You know the plant. When it fades and I ask whether you think Philostratus looks like a bud when it fades, it leaves a hollow spiral ball which a child's breath could blow away. Suppose in future we should call the round buttercup seed-vessels 'Philostratus heads'? You like the suggestion? I am glad, fellow-citizens, and I thank you. It proves your good taste. Then we will stick to the comparison.
The Queen swiftly computed the years which Barine must have lived as the wife of Philostratus, and afterwards as the attractive mistress of a hospitable house, and found it difficult to reconcile the appearance of this blooming young creature with the result of the calculation. She was surprised, too, to note the aristocratic bearing whose possession no one could deny the artist's daughter.
So, father and son silently followed the maiden through the crowded galleries and apartments, into the house of the highpriest. Here they were received by Philostratus, who hardly gave Melissa time to greet the lady Euryale before he informed her, but with unwonted hurry and excitement, that the emperor was awaiting her with impatience.
The fine, sunny autumn day had turned to a sultry, dull evening, and Alexander went to the window to let the sea-breeze fan his dewy brow; but he soon heard voices behind him, for Euryale and Melissa had re-entered the room, followed by the house-steward, who presented to his mistress a sealed tablet which a slave had just brought from Philostratus.
The saying about the fulfilling of the time recurred to her as she thought of the Christian, and she said to herself that the critical moment which comes in every life was before her now. The weal or woe of her whole future depended on the answer she should give to Philostratus. The thought struck terror to her heart, but only for a moment.
As soon as he caught sight of Philostratus, he signed to him to approach: "Do you see nothing strange in me?" he whispered. "Your Phoebus Apollo appeared to me in a dream. He laid his hand on my shoulder toward morning; indeed, I saw only horrible faces." Then he pointed out of the window, exclaiming: "The god hides his face to-day.
Philostratus listened attentively, but, before she could put her petition for help into words, he exclaimed: "Then what we have to do is, to move Caesar to mercy, and that Child, you know not what you ask!" They were interrupted by a message from Seleukus, desiring Coeranus to join the other guests, and as soon as he had left them Berenike withdrew to take off the splendor she hated.
If only for an hour they could be his subjects, he would make them rue the sufferings by which they spoiled his existence. "He is called Martialis. I will remember that name," he thought, as he cast a last envious look at the centurion. How long Philostratus was gone! Solitude weighed on him, and he looked about him wildly, as though seeking some support.
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