"Yes: some say Apaecides refused the alliance. It might have been a sudden quarrel. Glaucus was evidently drunk--nay, so much so as to have been quite insensible when taken up, and I hear is still delirious--whether with wine, terror, remorse, the Furies, or the Baccha.n.a.ls, I cannot say."
"Poor fellow!--he has good counsel?"
"The best--Caius Pollio, an eloquent fellow enough. Pollio has been hiring all the poor gentlemen and well-born spendthrifts of Pompeii to dress shabbily and sneak about, swearing their friendship to Glaucus (who would not have spoken to them to be made emperor!--I will do him justice, he was a gentleman in his choice of acquaintance), and trying to melt the stony citizens into pity. But it will not do; Isis is mightily popular just at this moment."
"And, by-the-by, I have some merchandise at Alexandria. Yes, Isis ought to be protected."
"True; so farewell, old gentleman: we shall meet soon; if not, we must have a friendly bet at the Amphitheatre. All my calculations are confounded by this cursed misfortune of Glaucus! He had bet on Lydon the gladiator; I must make up my tablets elsewhere. Vale!"
Leaving the less active Diomed to regain his villa, Clodius strode on, humming a Greek air, and perfuming the night with the odorous that steamed from his snowy garments and flowing locks.
"If," thought he, "Glaucus feed the lion, Julia will no longer have a person to love better than me; she will certainly doat on me--and so, I suppose, I must marry. By the G.o.ds! the twelve lines begin to fail--men look suspiciously at my hand when it rattles the dice. That infernal Sall.u.s.t insinuates cheating; and if it be discovered that the ivory is clogged, why farewell to the merry supper and the perfumed billet--Clodius is undone! Better marry, then, while I may, renounce gaming, and push my fortune (or rather the gentle Julia"s) at the imperial court."
Thus muttering the schemes of his ambition, if by that high name the projects of Clodius may be called, the gamester found himself suddenly accosted; he turned and beheld the dark brow of Arbaces.
"Hail, n.o.ble Clodius! pardon my interruption; and inform me, I pray you, which is the house of Sall.u.s.t?"
"It is but a few yards hence, wise Arbaces. But does Sall.u.s.t entertain to-night?"
"I know not," answered the Egyptian; "nor am I, perhaps, one of those whom he would seek as a boon companion. But thou knowest that his house holds the person of Glaucus, the murderer."
"Ay! he, good-hearted epicure, believes in the Greek"s innocence! You remind me that he has become his surety; and, therefore, till the trial, is responsible for his appearance." Well, Sall.u.s.t"s house is better than a prison, especially that wretched hole in the forum. But for what can you seek Glaucus?"
"Why, n.o.ble Clodius, if we could save him from execution it would be well. The condemnation of the rich is a blow upon society itself. I should like to confer with him--for I hear he has recovered his senses--and ascertain the motives of his crime; they may be so extenuating as to plead in his defence."
"You are benevolent, Arbaces."
"Benevolence is the duty of one who aspires to wisdom," replied the Egyptian, modestly. "Which way lies Sall.u.s.t"s mansion?"
"I will show you," said Clodius, "if you will suffer me to accompany you a few steps. But, pray what has become of the poor girl who was to have wed the Athenian--the sister of the murdered priest?"
"Alas! well-nigh insane! Sometimes she utters imprecations on the murderer--then suddenly stops short--then cries, "But why curse? Oh, my brother! Glaucus was not thy murderer--never will I believe it!" Then she begins again, and again stops short, and mutters awfully to herself, "Yet if it were indeed he?""
"Unfortunate Ione!"
"But it is well for her that those solemn cares to the dead which religion enjoins have hitherto greatly absorbed her attention from Glaucus and herself: and, in the dimness of her senses, she scarcely seems aware that Glaucus is apprehended and on the eve of trial. When the funeral rites due to Apaecides are performed, her apprehension will return; and then I fear me much that her friends will be revolted by seeing her run to succour and aid the murderer of her brother!"
"Such scandal should be prevented."
"I trust I have taken precautions to that effect. I am her lawful guardian, and have just succeeded in obtaining permission to escort her, after the funeral of Apaecides, to my own house; there, please the G.o.ds!
she will be secure."
"You have done well, sage Arbaces. And, now, yonder is the house of Sall.u.s.t. The G.o.ds keep you! Yet, hark you, Arbaces--why so gloomy and unsocial? Men say you can be gay--why not let me initiate you into the pleasures of Pompeii?--I flatter myself no one knows them better."
"I thank you, n.o.ble Clodius: under your auspices I might venture, I think, to wear the philyra: but, at my age, I should be an awkward pupil."
"Oh, never fear; I have made converts of fellows of seventy. The rich, too, are never old."
"You flatter me. At some future time I will remind you of your promise."
"You may command Marcus Clodius at all times--and so, vale!"
"Now," said the Egyptian, soliloquising, "I am not wantonly a man of blood; I would willingly save this Greek, if, by confessing the crime, he will lose himself for ever to Ione, and for ever free me from the chance of discovery; and I can save him by persuading Julia to own the philtre, which will be held his excuse. But if he do not confess the crime, why, Julia must be shamed from the confession, and he must die!--die, lest he prove my rival with the living--die, that he may be my proxy with the dead! Will he confess?--can he not be persuaded that in his delirium he struck the blow? To me it would give far greater safety than even his death. Hem! we must hazard the experiment."
Sweeping along the narrow street, Arbaces now approached the house of Sall.u.s.t, when he beheld a dark form wrapped in a cloak, and stretched at length across the threshold of the door.
So still lay the figure, and so dim was its outline, that any other than Arbaces might have felt a superst.i.tious fear, lest he beheld one of those grim lemures, who, above all other spots, haunted the threshold of the homes they formerly possessed. But not for Arbaces were such dreams.
"Rise!" said he, touching the figure with his foot; "thou obstructest the way!"
"Ha! who art thou cried the form, in a sharp tone, and as she raised herself from the ground, the starlight fell full on the pale face and fixed but sightless eyes of Nydia the Thessalian. "Who art thou? I know the burden of thy voice."
"Blind girl! what dost thou here at this late hour? Fie!--is this seeming thy s.e.x or years? Home, girl!"
"I know thee," said Nydia, in a low voice, "thou art Arbaces the Egyptian": then, as if inspired by some sudden impulse, she flung herself at his feet, and clasping his knees, exclaimed, in a wild and pa.s.sionate tone, "Oh dread and potent man! save him--save him! He is not guilty--it is I! He lies within, ill-dying, and I--I am the hateful cause! And they will not admit me to him--they spurn the blind girl from the hall. Oh, heal him! thou knowest some herb--some spell--some countercharm, for it is a potion that hath wrought this frenzy!
"Hush, child! I know all!--thou forgettest that I accompanied Julia to the saga"s home. Doubtless her hand administered the draught; but her reputation demands thy silence. Reproach not thyself--what must be, must: meanwhile, I seek the criminal--he may yet be saved. Away!"
Thus saying, Arbaces extricated himself from the clasp of the despairing Thessalian, and knocked loudly at the door.
In a few moments the heavy bars were heard suddenly to yield, and the porter, half opening the door, demanded who was there.
"Arbaces--important business to Sall.u.s.t relative to Glaucus. I come from the praetor."
The porter, half yawning, half groaning, admitted the tall form of the Egyptian. Nydia sprang forward. "How is he?" she cried; "tell me--tell me!"
"Ho, mad girl! is it thou still?--for shame! Why, they say he is sensible."
"The G.o.ds be praised!--and you will not admit me? Ah! I beseech thee..."
"Admit thee!--no. A pretty salute I should prepare for these shoulders were I to admit such things as thou! Go home!"
The door closed, and Nydia, with a deep sigh, laid herself down once more on the cold stones; and, wrapping her cloak round her face, resumed her weary vigil.
Meanwhile Arbaces had already gained the triclinium, where Sall.u.s.t, with his favorite freedman, sat late at supper.
"What! Arbaces! and at this hour!--Accept this cup."
"Nay, gentle Sall.u.s.t; it is on business, not pleasure, that I venture to disturb thee. How doth thy charge?--they say in the town that he has recovered sense."
"Alas! and truly," replied the good-natured but thoughtless Sall.u.s.t, wiping the tear from his eyes; "but so shattered are his nerves and frame that I scarcely recognize the brilliant and gay carouser I was wont to know. Yet, strange to say, he cannot account for the cause of the sudden frenzy that seized him--he retains but a dim consciousness of what hath pa.s.sed; and, despite thy witness, wise Egyptian, solemnly upholds his innocence of the death of Apaecides."
"Sall.u.s.t," said Arbaces, gravely, "there is much in thy friend"s case that merits a peculiar indulgence; and could we learn from his lips the confession and the cause of his crime, much might be yet hoped from the mercy of the senate; for the senate, thou knowest, hath the power either to mitigate or to sharpen the law. Therefore it is that I have conferred with the highest authority of the city, and obtained his permission to hold a private conference this night with the Athenian.
Tomorrow, thou knowest, the trial comes on."
"Well," said Sall.u.s.t, "thou wilt be worthy of thy Eastern name and fame if thou canst learn aught from him; but thou mayst try. Poor Glaucus!--and he had such an excellent appet.i.te! He eats nothing now!"
The benevolent epicure was moved sensibly at this thought. He sighed, and ordered his slaves to refill his cup.