they all shut their eyes and count up their own profits. In the old
days, the married women, in their stolas, climbed the hill in their bare
feet, pure in heart, and with their hair unbound, and prayed to Jupiter
for rain! And it would pour down in bucketfuls then or never, and they'd
all come home, wet as drowned rats. But the gods all have the gout now,
because we are not religious; and so our fields are burning up!"




CHAPTER THE FORTY-FIFTH.

"Don't be so down in the mouth," chimed in Echion, the ragman; "if it
wasn't that it'd be something else, as the farmer said, when he lost his
spotted pig. If a thing don't happen today, it may tomorrow. That's the
way life jogs along. You couldn't name a better country, by Hercules,
you couldn't, if only the men had any brains. She's in hot water right
now, but she ain't the only one. We oughtn't to be so particular;
heaven's as far away everywhere else. If you were somewhere else, you'd
swear that pigs walked around here already roasted. Think of what's
coming! We'll soon have a fine gladiator show to last for three days, no
training-school pupils; most of them will be freedmen. Our Titus has a
hot head and plenty of guts and it will go to a finish. I'm well
acquainted with him, and he'll not stand for any frame-ups. It will be
cold steel in the best style, no running away, the shambles will be in
the middle of the amphitheatre where all the crowd can see. And what's
more, he has the coin, for he came into thirty million when his father
had the bad luck to die. He could blow in four hundred thousand and his
fortune never feel it, but his name would live forever. He has some
dwarfs already, and a woman to fight from a chariot. Then, there's