pretty load by being torn in pieces by Christian monks; a very
probable ending for her in any case, as she herself, in her
melancholy moods, confesses!'

'What will you have me do then?'

'Simply nothing. Let the prophetic spirit go out of her, as it
will, in a day or two, and then--I know nothing of human nature, if
she does not bate a little of her own price. Depend on it, for all
her ineffabilities, and impassibilities, and all the rest of the
seventh-heaven moonshine at which we play here in Alexandria, a
throne is far too pretty a bait for even Hypatia the pythoness to
refuse. Leave well alone is a good rule, but leave ill alone is a
better. So now another bet before we part, and this time three to
one. Do nothing either way, and she sends to you of her own accord
before a month is out. In Caucasian mules? Done? Be it so.'

'Well, you are the most charming counsellor for a poor perplexed
devil of a prefect! If I had but a private fortune like you, I
could just take the money, and let the work do itself.'

'Which is the true method of successful government. Your slave bids
you farewell. Do not forget our bet. You dine with me to-morrow?'

And Raphael bowed himself out.

As he left the prefect's door, he saw Miriam on the opposite side of
the street, evidently watching for him. As soon as she saw him, she
held on her own side, without appearing to notice him, till he
turned a corner, and then crossing, caught him eagerly by the arm.