"No such ill-fashioned peasant loins as his ever begat such sweet
patrician perfection as that!" he declared. "And a lady rich enough to
have one servant would travel with more than one or not at all--"

Julian broke in with sudden avid interest.

"Look at that deal of feminine flummery--that dress of silver tissue,
the ends of that silken scarf you see below the covering--all those
jewels and trinkets! Odd garb for travel afoot, is it not? It is a
badge not to be put off even in as barren a market as this. She is
going to Jerusalem for the Passover. He will carry the purse, however,
mark me."

"How well you know the marks of delinquency!" Philadelphus said with a
glimmer of resentment in his eyes.

"Who does not? What do the Jewish psalmists and proverbialists and
purists depict so minutely as that migrating iniquity, the strange
woman?"

"But look at her!" Philadelphus insisted. "I have not seen anything so
bewitching since I left Ephesus!"

"No; nor a long time before!" Julian declared. "I must have a nearer
look."

"Careful! You will wake her!"

Julian's face showed a sneer at his companion's concern.