may put down your basket.' And he knocked at the door, and
delivering the fruit to a black porter, made a polite obeisance to
Philammon, and seemed on the point of taking his departure.

'But where is the archbishop's house?'

'Close to the Serapeium. You cannot miss the place: four hundred
columns of marble, now ruined by Christian persecutors, stand on an
eminence--'

'But how far off?'

'About three miles; near the gate of the Moon.'

'Why, was not that the gate by which we entered the city on the
other side?'

'Exactly so; you will know your way back, having already traversed
it.'

Philammon checked a decidedly carnal inclination to seize the little
fellow by the throat, and knock his head against the wall, and
contented himself by saying--

'Then do you actually mean to say, you heathen villain, that you
have taken me six or seven miles out of my road?'

'Good words young man. If you do me harm, I call for help; we are
close to the Jews' quarter, and there are some thousands there who
will swarm out like wasps on the chance of beating a monk to death.