em.

And if the old man had given his full confidence to Philippus, the
leech, on his part, had no secrets from him; or, if he withheld
anything, Horapollo, with wonderful acumen, was at once aware of it.
Philippus had often spoken of Paula to his parental friend, describing
her charms with all the fervor of a lover, but the old man was already
prejudiced against her, if only as the daughter of a patrician and a
prefect. All who bore these titles were to him objects of hatred, for
a patrician and a prefect had been guilty of the blood of those he had
held most dear. The Governor of Antioch, to be sure, had acted only
under the orders of the bishop; but old Horapollo, and his father before
him, from the first had chosen to throw all the blame on the prefect,
for it afforded some satisfaction to the descendant of an ancestral race
of priests to be able to vent all his wrathful spite on any one rather
than on the minister of a god--be that god who or what he might.

So when Philippus praised Paula's dignified grandeur, her superior
elegance, the height of her stature or the loftiness of her mind, the
old man would bound up exclaiming: "Of course--of course!--Beware boy,
beware! You are disguising haughtiness, conceit, and arrogance under
noble names. The word 'patrician' includes everything we can conceive of
as most insolent and inhuman; and those apes in purple who disgrace the
Imperial throne pick out the worst of them, the most cold-hearted
and covetous, to make prefects of them. And as they are, so are their
children! Everything which they in their vainglory regard as 'beneath
them' they tread into the dust--and we--you and I, all who labor with
their hands in the service of the state--we, in their dull eyes,
are beneath them. Mark me, boy! To-day the governor's daughter, the
patrician maiden, can smile at you because she needs you; tomorrow she
will cast you aside as I push away the old panther-skin which keeps my
feet warm in winter, as soon as the March days come!"

Nor was his aversion less for the son of the Mukaukas, whom, however,
he had never seen; when the leech had confessed to him how deep a grudge
against Orion dwelt in the heart of Paula, old Horapollo had chuckled
scornfully, and he exclaimed, as though he could read hearts and look
into the future--: "They snap at each other now, and in a day or two
they will kiss again! Hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same
rod; and how easily it is rever