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'By my fathers! cried the Egyptian, 'Fate smiles upon me even through these horrors, and, amidst the dreadest aspects of woe and death, bodes me happiness and love. Away, Greek! I claim my ward, Ione! 'Traitor and murderer! cried Glaucus, glaring upon his foe, 'Nemesis hath guided thee to my revenge! a just sacrifice to the shades of Hades, that now seem loosed on earth.
Now the victim was burning on the pitched pillar, and the executioner was standing at his feet. The eyes of Glaucus did nor leave the face of the Greek. At moments they were hidden by smoke; but when the breeze blew this away, Chilo saw again those eyes fixed on him. He rose and tried to flee, but had not strength.
There, Servilius, does it not become her? 'Wonderfully! answered the jeweller; for jewellers were well-bred and flattering men, even at that day. 'But when these ear-rings glitter in the ears of the noble Ione, then, by Bacchus! you will see whether my art adds anything to beauty. 'Ione? repeated Nydia, who had hitherto acknowledged by smiles and blushes the gift of Glaucus.
Olinthus caught him by the hand the pulse had ceased to beat! The last words of the father were the words of truth Death had been more kind! Meanwhile Glaucus and Nydia were pacing swiftly up the perilous and fearful streets. The Athenian had learned from his preserver that Ione was yet in the house of Arbaces. Thither he fled, to release to save her!
Thus thrown back upon themselves, the more ardent qualities of Glaucus found no vent, save in that overflowing imagination which gave grace to pleasure, and poetry to thought. Ease was less despicable than contention with parasites and slaves, and luxury could yet be refined though ambition could not be ennobled. But all that was best and brightest in his soul woke at once when he knew Ione.
Meanwhile Fulvius, the Roman poet, whom his contemporaries declared immortal, and who, but for this history, would never have been heard of in our neglectful age, came eagerly up to Glaucus. 'Oh, my Athenian, my Glaucus, you have come to hear my ode! That is indeed an honour; you, a Greek to whom the very language of common life is poetry. How I thank you.
She did not stir from her seat, but gazed stonily upon them as Glaucus now released Ione of her outer wrapping garments, and making her place herself on a log of wood, which was the only other seat he perceived at hand fanned with his breath the embers into a more glowing flame.
This awful incident apprised them of the danger they braved in their present shelter, and Glaucus looked anxiously round for some less perilous place of refuge.
I own that I was inclined to be gloomy until I took so heartily to drinking that is a new life, my Glaucus. 'Yes! but it brings us next morning to a new death. 'Why, the next morning is unpleasant, I own; but, then, if it were not so, one would never be inclined to read. I study betimes because, by the gods! I am generally unfit for anything else till noon. 'Fie, Scythian!
Drawing a comrade from the crowded streets, Glaucus the Greek, newly returned to Pompeii after a journey to Naples, bent his steps towards a solitary part of the beach; and the two, seated on a small crag which rose amidst the smooth pebbles, inhaled the voluptuous and cooling breeze which, dancing over the waters, kept music with its invisible feet.
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