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Pisander glanced timidly over his shoulder, pulled at his beard with suppressed excitement, then bent down, and in a very low voice burst out: "Pratinas and" he hesitated "Valeria!" "Ai" cried Agias, "I have suspected it for a very long time. You are sure the fox has snapped up his goose?" "By Hercules, very sure! They are planning to go to Egypt. Pratinas has just had a wonderful stroke of luck.
And now the friends of Alcibiades, carrying all before them at Samos, dispatched Pisander to Athens, to attempt a change of government, and to encourage the aristocratical citizens to take upon themselves the government, and overthrow the democracy, representing to them, that, upon these terms, Alcibiades would procure them the friendship and alliance of Tisaphernes.
Pisander was not a fool, only amongst his many good qualities he did not possess that of being able to make a success in life.
Yet he committed a fault in preferring Pisander to the command of the navy, when there were others at hand both older and more experienced; in this not so much consulting the public good, as the gratification of his kindred, and especially his wife, whose brother Pisander was.
Pisander also went the round of all the clubs already existing in the city for help in lawsuits and elections, and urged them to draw together and to unite their efforts for the overthrow of the democracy; and after taking all other measures required by the circumstances, so that no time might be lost, set off with his ten companions on his voyage to Tissaphernes.
The Athenian generals greedily caught at the proposal; and though the great mass of the soldiery were violently opposed to it, they were silenced, if not satisfied, when told that Athens could be saved only by means of Persia. The oligarchical conspirators formed themselves into a confederacy, and Pisander was sent to Athens to lay the proposal before the Athenian assembly.
"What was the name of the young man who purchased you, eh?" interpolated Pisander. "I didn't get it." "Quintus Livius Drusus," replied Agias. "Who?" cried the philosopher, starting up. "Quintus Drusus, of Præneste," repeated the other. "Ai! Ai! In the name of Zeus!" cried Pisander, dropping the beaker, and spilling the wine all over his threadbare himation. "Oh, such a plot! Such a crime!
To whose mysteries only women were admitted. "I believe I can be confident you will not betray me," said Pratinas, who in fact considered precautions that were necessary to take among so blundering and thick-witted people as the Latins, almost superfluous. He muttered to himself, "I wouldn't dare to do this in Alexandria, prate of a murder, " and then glanced again toward Pisander.
"My dear Valeria," said Pratinas, casting a glance over at Pisander in his corner, "I dislike mysteries; but perhaps there are some things which I had better not reveal to any one. Don't be offended, but " "I am offended," exclaimed the lady, striking her lap with her hands, "and I accept no 'buts. I will be as silent about all your affairs as about the mysteries of the Bona Dea.
The boudoir was approached by three doors, one from the peristylium, one from Valeria's private sleeping chamber, one from the servants' quarters. Pisander went out through the first, and going through other rooms to the third, took his station by that entrance.
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