handsome fellow, after all, though lie is looking as sulky as a
bear.'

'With his cubs at his heels. What a scoundrelly visage that tall
fellow-deacon, or reader, or whatever he is by his dress--has!'

'There they are--whispering together. Heaven give them pleasant
thoughts and pleasanter faces!'

'Amen!' quoth Orestes, with a sneer: and he would have said Amen in
good earnest, had he been able to take the liberty--which we shall--
and listen to Cyril's answer to Peter, the tall reader.

'From Hypatia's, you say? Why, he only returned to the city this
morning.'

'I saw his four-in-hand standing at her door, as I came down the
Museum Street hither, half an hour ago.'

'And twenty carriages besides, I don't doubt?'

'The street was blocked up with them. There! Look round the corner
now.--Chariots, litters, slaves, and fops.--When shall we see such a
concourse as that where it ought to be?'

Cyril made no answer; and Peter went on--'Where it ought to be, my
father--in front of your door at the Serapeium?'

'The world, the flesh, and the devil know their own, Peter: and as
long as they have their own to go to, we cannot expect them to come