"What is his name?"
"Chilo Chilonides."
"Who is he?"
"A physician, a sage, a soothsayer, who knows how to read people"s fates and predict the future."
"Has he predicted the future to thee?"
Eunice was covered with a blush which gave a rosy color to her ears and her neck even.
"Yes, lord."
"What has he predicted?"
"That pain and happiness would meet me."
"Pain met thee yesterday at the hands of Tiresias; hence happiness also should come."
"It has come, lord, already."
"What?"
"I remain," said she in a whisper.
Petronius put his hand on her golden head.
"Thou hast arranged the folds well to-day, and I am satisfied with thee, Eunice."
Under that touch her eyes were mist-covered in one instant from happiness, and her bosom began to heave quickly.
Petronius and Vinicius pa.s.sed into the atrium, where Chilo Chilonides was waiting. When he saw them, he made a low bow. A smile came to the lips of Petronius at thought of his suspicion of yesterday, that this man might be Eunice"s lover. The man who was standing before him could not be any one"s lover. In that marvellous figure there was something both foul and ridiculous. He was not old; in his dirty beard and curly locks a gray hair shone here and there. He had a lank stomach and stooping shoulders, so that at the first cast of the eye he appeared to be hunchbacked; above that hump rose a large head, with the face of a monkey and also of a fox; the eye was penetrating. His yellowish complexion was varied with pimples; and his nose, covered with them completely, might indicate too great a love for the bottle. His neglected apparel, composed of a dark tunic of goat"s wool and a mantle of similar material with holes in it, showed real or simulated poverty. At sight of him, Homer"s Thersites came to the mind of Petronius. Hence, answering with a wave of the hand to his bow, he said,-
"A greeting, divine Thersites! How are the lumps which Ulysses gave thee at Troy, and what is he doing himself in the Elysian Fields?"
"n.o.ble lord," answered Chilo Chilonides, "Ulysses, the wisest of the dead, sends a greeting through me to Petronius, the wisest of the living, and the request to cover my lumps with a new mantle."
"By Hecate Triformis!" exclaimed Petronius, "the answer deserves a new mantle."
But further conversation was interrupted by the impatient Vinicius, who inquired directly,-"Dost thou know clearly what thou art undertaking?"
"When two households in two lordly mansions speak of naught else, and when half Rome is repeating the news, it is not difficult to know," answered Chilo. "The night before last a maiden named Lygia, but specially Callina, and reared in the house of Aulus Plautius, was intercepted. Thy slaves were conducting her, O lord, from Caesar"s palace to thy "insula," and I undertake to find her in the city, or, if she has left the city-which is little likely-to indicate to thee, n.o.ble tribune, whither she has fled and where she has hidden."
"That is well," said Vinicius, who was pleased with the precision of the answer. "What means hast thou to do this?"
Chilo smiled cunningly. "Thou hast the means, lord; I have the wit only."
Petronius smiled also, for he was perfectly satisfied with his guest.
"That man can find the maiden," thought he. Meanwhile Vinicius wrinkled his joined brows, and said,-"Wretch, in case thou deceive me for gain, I will give command to beat thee with clubs."
"I am a philosopher, lord, and a philosopher cannot be greedy of gain, especially of such as thou hast just offered magnanimously."
"Oh, art thou a philosopher?" inquired Petronius. "Eunice told me that thou art a physician and a soothsayer. Whence knowest thou Eunice?"
"She came to me for aid, for my fame struck her ears."
"What aid did she want?"
"Aid in love, lord. She wanted to be cured of unrequited love."
"Didst thou cure her?"
"I did more, lord. I gave her an amulet which secures mutuality. In Paphos, on the island of Cyprus, is a temple, O lord, in which is preserved a zone of Venus. I gave her two threads from that zone, enclosed in an almond sh.e.l.l."
"And didst thou make her pay well for them?"
"One can never pay enough for mutuality, and I, who lack two fingers on my right hand, am collecting money to buy a slave copyist to write down my thoughts, and preserve my wisdom for mankind."
"Of what school art thou, divine sage?"
"I am a Cynic, lord, because I wear a tattered mantle; I am a Stoic, because I bear poverty patiently; I am a Peripatetic, for, not owning a litter, I go on foot from one wine-shop to another, and on the way teach those who promise to pay for a pitcher of wine."
"And at the pitcher thou dost become a rhetor?"
"Herac.l.i.tus declares that "all is fluid," and canst thou deny, lord, that wine is fluid?"
"And he declared that fire is a divinity; divinity, therefore, is blushing in thy nose."
"But the divine Diogenes from Apollonia declared that air is the essence of things, and the warmer the air the more perfect the beings it makes, and from the warmest come the souls of sages. And since the autumns are cold, a genuine sage should warm his soul with wine; and wouldst thou hinder, O lord, a pitcher of even the stuff produced in Capua or Telesia from bearing heat to all the bones of a perishable human body?"
"Chilo Chilonides, where is thy birthplace?"
"On the Euxine Pontus. I come from Mesembria."
"Oh, Chilo, thou art great!"
"And unrecognized," said the sage, pensively.
But Vinicius was impatient again. In view of the hope which had gleamed before him, he wished Chilo to set out at once on his work; hence the whole conversation seemed to him simply a vain loss of time, and he was angry at Petronius.
"When wilt thou begin the search?" asked he, turning to the Greek.
"I have begun it already," answered Chilo. "And since I am here, and answering thy affable question, I am searching yet. Only have confidence, honored tribune, and know that if thou wert to lose the string of thy sandal I should find it, or him who picked it up on the street."
"Hast thou been employed in similar services?" asked Petronius.
The Greek raised his eyes. "To-day men esteem virtue and wisdom too low, for a philosopher not to be forced to seek other means of living."