h annoyance; and Pancrates added:
"If he does really know how to jest he certainly did not prove it to
us."
"Not out of ill-will," laughed the Gaul, "you do not know him, but I--I
am his friend and may follow wherever--he goes. Now only wait and I will
tell you a few stories about him. If I chose I could describe his whole
soul to you as if it lay there on the surface of the wine in my cup.
Once in Rome he went to inspect the newly-decorated baths of Agrippa,
and in the undressing-room he saw an old man, a veteran who had fought
with him somewhere or other. My memory is greatly admired, but his is in
no respect inferior. Scaurus was the old man's name--yes--yes, Scaurus.
He did not observe Caesar at first, for after his bath his wounds were
burning and he was rubbing his back against the rough stone of a pillar.
Hadrian however called to him: 'Why are you scratching yourself, my
friend?' and Scaurus, not at once recognizing Caesar's voice, answered
without turning round: 'Because I have no slave to do it for me.'
You should have heard Caesar laugh! Liberal as he is sometimes--I
say sometimes--he gave Scaurus a handsome sum of money and two sturdy
slaves. The story soon got abroad, and when Caesar, who--as you
believe--cannot jest, a short time after again visited the bath, two
old soldiers at once placed themselves in his way, scrubbed their backs
against the wall like Scaurus, and called out to him 'Great Caesar,
we have no slaves.'--'Then scratch each other,' cried he, and left the
soldiers to rub themselves."
"Capital!" laughed Dionysius. "Now one more true story," interrupted the
loquacious Gaul. "Once upon a time a man with white hair begged of him.
The wretch was a low fellow, a parasite who wandered round from one
man's table to another, feeding himself out of other folks' wallets and
dishes. Caesar knew his man and warned him off. Then the creature had
his hair dyed that he might not be recognized, and tried his luck a
second time with the Emperor. But Hadrian has good eyes; he pointed to
the door, saying, with the gravest face: 'I have just lately refused to
give your father anything.' And a hundred such jokes pass from mouth to
mouth in Rome, and if you like I can give you a dozen of the best."
"Tell us, go on, out with your stories. They are all old friends!"
stammered Florus. "But while Favorinus chatters we can drink."
The Gaul cast a contemptuous glance at the Roman, and answered promptly:
"My
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