you--wait a minute--twenty-seventy-four
hundred--four hundred and fifty--I can give you six hundred and fifty
drachmae, not a sesterce more!"

"You are joking," cried Keraunus.

"Not a sesterce more," answered the other coldly. "I do not want to make
anything, but you as a business man will understand that I do not wish to
buy with a certain prospect of loss. As regards the Apelles--"

"Well?"

"It may be of some value to me, but only under certain conditions. The
case is quite different as regards buying pictures. Your two young
damsels know of course that my line of business leads me to admire and
value all that is beautiful, but still I must request you to leave me
alone with your father for a little while. I want to speak with him about
this curious painting." Keraunus signed to his daughters, who immediately
left the room. Before the door was closed upon them the dealer called
after them:

"It is already growing dark, might I ask you to send me as bright a light
as possible by one of your slaves."

"What about the picture?" asked Keraunus.

"Till the light is brought let us talk of something else," said Gabinius.

"Then take a seat on the couch," said Keraunus. "You will be doing me a
pleasure and perhaps yourself as well."

As soon as the two men were seated on the divan, Gabinius began:

"Those little things which we have collected with particular liking, we
do not readily part with--that I know by long experience. Many a man who
has come into some property after he has sold all his little antiquities
has offered me ten times the price I have paid him to get them back
again, generally in vain, unfortunately. Now, what is true of others is
true of you, and if you had not been in immediate need of money you would
hardly have offered me these things."

"I must entreat you," began the steward, but the dealer interrupted him,
saying:

"Even the richest are sometimes in want of ready money; no one knows that
better than I, for I--I must confess--have large means at my command.
Just at present it would be particularly easy for me to free you from all
embarrassment."

"There stands my Apelles," exclaimed the steward. "It is yours if you
make a bid that suits me."

"The light--here comes the light!" exclaimed Gabinius, taking from the
slave's hand the three-branched lamp which Selene had hastily supplied
with a fresh wick, and he placed it, while he murmured to Keraunus, "By
your leave," down on the cen