and beckoned lazily to the black boy who carried his parasol.

'Ah, Raphael Aben-Ezra! my excellent friend, what propitious deity--
ahem! martyr--brings you to Alexandria just as I want you? Get up
by my side, and let us have a chat on our way to the tribunal.'

The man addressed came slowly forward with an ostentatiously low
salutation, which could not hide, and indeed was not intended to
hide, the contemptuous and lazy expression of his face; and asked in
a drawling tone--

'And for what kind purpose does the representative of the Caesars
bestow such an honour on the humblest of his, etc. etc.--your
penetration will supply the rest.'

'Don't be frightened; I am not going to borrow money of you,'
answered Orestes, laughingly, as the Jew got into the curricle.

'I am glad to hear it. Really one usurer in a family is enough. My
father made the gold, and if I spend it, I consider that I do all
that is required of a philosopher.'

'A charming team of white Nisaeans, is not this? And only one gray
foot among all the four.'

'Yes .... horses are a bore, I begin to find, like everything else.
Always falling sick, or running away, or breaking one's peace of
mind in some way or other. Besides, I have been pestered out of my
life there in Cyrene, by commissions for dogs and horses and bows
from that old Episcopal Nimrod, Synesius.'