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Before Doris could reply, Keraunus stormed out: "It is all the fault of the Roman architect and his raging beast of a dog. Very good! very good! now Caesar will certainly help me to my rights. He will give a lesson to those who throw Roxana's sister into a sick-bed, and hinder her from taking any part in the processions. Very good! very good indeed!"
On the steps where he had found Selene, he found the black slave with some children. The old man had sat down them and got no farther for fear of the Roman's dog. Antinous went up to him and begged him to guide him to his master's quarters, and the negro immediately showed him the way, opened the door of the antechamber, and pointing to the living-room said: "There but Keraunus is absent."
Keraunus was rejoiced at the silent consent which Arsinoe seemed to accord to his desire to let her take part in the display at whatever cost. He forgot that he had just reproached her for her low sentiments, and said: "The little one always feels what is right.
"It grieves me that I cannot tell so fair a damsel that it is inestimably valuable," said the dealer, stroking his gray whiskers. "But we have here only a very feeble copy. The original is in the Villa belonging to Phinius on the Lake of Larius, and which he calls Cothurnus. I have no use whatever for this piece." "And this carved cup?" asked Keraunus.
Keraunus followed her, and had his locks curled and scented, while his younger children stood round him waiting for the porridge which Selene usually prepared for them at this hour. Keraunus responded to their morning greetings with nods as friendly as Arsinoe's tongs, which held his head tightly by the hair, would allow.
"They are of mere silver-gilt!" Selene interrupted, ruthlessly. "All my grandfather's real gold you parted with when my mother died." She had to be cremated and buried as was due to our rank," answered Keraunus; "but I will not think now of those melancholy days." "Nay, do think of them, father." "Silence!
When, in his desire to see Arsinoe once more, he penetrated to the door of the steward's apartment, Keraunus had stopped his way, and sent him about his business with insulting words.
No, no, if only I can succeed in speaking with him alone all may yet be well," and thus thinking she rose from her seat. As she was about to quit the anteroom the art dealer, Gabinius, of Nicaea, came in, to whom Keraunus had refused to sell the mosaic in the palace, and whose daughter had been deprived by Arsinoe of the part of Roxana.
"Whoever comes to visit me," said the steward loftily, "must be satisfied to meet any one whom I permit to enter my house." "Nay, nay," said the slave urgently, "my master is a greater man than you think. Beg this man to leave the room." "I know, I know very well," said Keraunus with a smile. "Your master is an acquaintance of Caesar's.
"That I?" cried the steward trembling with rage and stepping close up to the Emperor. "That you," shouted Hadrian in his face, "tried to sell this picture to this man; in short that you are a simpleton and a scoundrel into the bargain." "I I," gasped Keraunus slapping his hand on his fat chest. "I a a but you shall repent of these words."
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