aetor Lucius Priscillianus was ready with
an answer. He was the most malicious and ill-natured scandal-monger at
court; and he hated the prefect, for he himself had coveted the post,
which was the highest in the state next to Caesar's. He had always some
slaves set to spy upon Macrinus, and he now said, with a contemptuous
shrug:

"It is a marvel to me that so zealous a man--though he is already
beginning to break down under his heavy duties--should be so late.
However, he here spends his evenings and nights in special occupations,
which must of course be far from beneficial to the health and peace of
mind which his office demands."

"What can those be?" asked Caracalla; but the praetor added without a
pause:

"Merciful gods! Who would not crave to glance into the future?"

"And it is that which makes him late?" said Caesar, with more curiosity
than anger.

"Hardly by broad daylight," replied Priscillianus. "The spirits he would
fain evoke shun the light of day, it is said. But he may be weary with
late watching and painful agitations."

"Then he calls up spirits at night?"

"Undoubtedly, great Caesar. But, in this capital of philosophy, spirits
are illogical it would seem. How can Macrinus interpret the prophecy that
he, who is already on the highest step attainable to us lower mortals,
shall rise yet higher?"

"We will ask him," said Caesar, indifferently. "But you--guard your
tongue. It has already cost some men their heads, whom I would gladly see
yet among the living. Wishes can not be punished. Who does not wish to
stand on the step next above his own? You, my friend, would like that of
Macrinus.--But deeds! You know me! I am safe from them, so long as each
of you so sincerely grudges his neighbor every promotion. You, my Lucius,
have again proved how keen your sight is, and, if it were not too great
an honor for this refractory city to have a Roman in the toga praetexta
at the head of its administration, I should like to make you the guardian
of the peace here. You see me," he went on, "in an elated mood
to-day.--Cilo, you know this gem which came tome from my father. Look at
it, and at this maiden.--Come nearer, priest of the divine Alexander; and
you too consider the marvel, Theocritus, Antigonus, Dio, Pandion,
Paulinus. Compare the face of the female figure with this girl by my
side. The master carved this Roxana long before she was born. You are
surprised? As Alexander's soul dwells in me, so she is