Wunsch blinked at the line penciled on the paper.
"Wherefrom you get this?" he asked gruffly.

"Out of a book Dr. Archie gave me to read. It's all Eng-
lish but that. Did you ever see it before?" she asked,
watching his face.

"Yes. A long time ago," he muttered, scowling.
"Ovidius!" He took a stub of lead pencil from his vest

pocket, steadied his hand by a visible effort, and under
the words

"LENTE CURRITE, LENTE CURRITE, NOCTIS EQUI,"
he wrote in a clear, elegant Gothic hand,--

"GO SLOWLY, GO SLOWLY, YE STEEDS OF THE NIGHT."
He put the pencil back in his pocket and continued to stare
at the Latin. It recalled the poem, which he had read as a
student, and thought very fine. There were treasures of
memory which no lodging-house keeper could attach. One
carried things about in one's head, long after one's linen
could be smuggled out in a tuning-bag. He handed the
paper back to Thea. "There is the English, quite elegant,"
he said, rising.

Mrs. Kohler stuck her head in at the door, and Thea slid