r,' said she smiling--'one now
with me. Health and fortune to your bride!'

She touched the cup with her lips and then presented it to Glaucus. The
customary etiquette required that Glaucus should drain the whole
contents; he accordingly did so. Julia, unknowing the deceit which
Nydia had practised upon her, watched him with sparkling eyes; although
the witch had told her that the effect might not be immediate, she yet
sanguinely trusted to an expeditious operation in favor of her charms.
She was disappointed when she found Glaucus coldly replace the cup, and
converse with her in the same unmoved but gentle tone as before. And
though she detained him as long as she decorously could do, no change
took place in his manner. 'But to-morrow,' thought she, exultingly
recovering her disappointment--'to-morrow, alas for Glaucus!'

Alas for him, indeed!

Chapter IV

THE STORY HALTS FOR A MOMENT AT AN EPISODE.

RESTLESS and anxious, Apaecides consumed the day in wandering through
the most sequestered walks in the vicinity of the city. The sun was
slowly setting as he paused beside a lonely part of the Sarnus, ere yet
it wound amidst the evidences of luxury and power. Only through openings
in the woods and vines were caught glimpses of the white and gleaming
city, in which was heard in the distance no din, no sound, nor 'busiest
hum of men'. Amidst the green banks crept the lizard and the
grasshopper, and here and there in the brake some solitary bird burst
into sudden song, as suddenly stifled. There was deep calm around, but
not the calm of night; the air still breathed of the freshness and life
of day; the grass still moved to the stir of the insect horde; and on
the opposite bank the graceful and white capella passed browsing through
the herbage, and paused at the wave to drink.

As Apaecides stood musingly gazing upon the waters, he heard beside him
the low bark of a dog.

'Be still, poor friend,' said a voice at hand; 'the stranger's step
harms not thy master.' The convert recognized the voice, and, turning,
he beheld the old mysterious man whom he had seen in the congregation of
the Nazarenes.

The old man was sitting upon a fragment of stone covered with ancient
mosses; beside him were his staff and scrip; at his feet lay a small
shaggy dog, the companion in how many a pilgrimage perilous and strange.

The face of the old man was as balm to the excited spirit of the
neophyte: he approached, and cravin