we shall have a man for the tiger
now; one for each beast!'

'Ho!' shouted the mob; 'a man for the lion, and another for the tiger!
What luck! Io Paean!'

Chapter VII

IN WHICH THE READER LEARNS THE CONDITION OF GLAUCUS. FRIENDSHIP TESTED.
ENMITY SOFTENED. LOVE THE SAME, BECAUSE THE ONE LOVING IS BLIND.

THE night was somewhat advanced, and the gay lounging places of the
Pompeians were still crowded. You might observe in the countenances of
the various idlers a more earnest expression than usual. They talked in
large knots and groups, as if they sought by numbers to divide the
half-painful, half-pleasurable anxiety which belonged to the subject
on which they conversed: it was a subject of life and death.

A young man passed briskly by the graceful portico of the Temple of
Fortune--so briskly, indeed, that he came with no slight force full
against the rotund and comely form of that respectable citizen Diomed,
who was retiring homeward to his suburban villa.

'Holloa!' groaned the merchant, recovering with some difficulty his
equilibrium; 'have you no eyes? or do you think I have no feeling? By
Jupiter! you have well nigh driven out the divine particle; such another
shock, and my soul will be in Hades!'

'Ah, Diomed! is it you? forgive my inadvertence. I was absorbed in
thinking of the reverses of life. Our poor friend, Glaucus, eh! who
could have guessed it?'

'Well, but tell me, Clodius, is he really to be tried by the senate?'

'Yes; they say the crime is of so extraordinary a nature that the senate
itself must adjudge it; and so the lictors are to induct him formally.'

'He has been accused publicly, then?'

'To be sure; where have you been not to hear that?'

'Why, I have only just returned from Neapolis, whither I went on
business the very morning after his crime--so shocking, and at my house
the same night that it happened!'

'There is no doubt of his guilt,' said Clodius, shrugging his shoulders;
'and as these crimes take precedence of all little undignified
peccadilloes, they will hasten to finish the sentence previous to the
games.'

'The games! Good gods!' replied Diomed, with a slight shudder: 'can
they adjudge him to the beasts?--so young, so rich!'

'True; but then he is a Greek. Had he been a Roman, it would have been
a thousand pities. These foreigners can be borne with in their
prosperity; but in adversity we must not forget that they are in reality
slaves. However, we o