as a
little embarrassment in his voice.

'Yes, wise Arbaces--I trust my visit is not unseasonable?'

'Nay--it was but this instant that my freedman Callias sneezed thrice at
my right hand; I knew, therefore, some good fortune was in store for
me--and, lo! the gods have sent me Calenus.'

'Shall we within to your chamber, Arbaces?'

'As you will; but the night is clear and balmy--I have some remains of
languor yet lingering on me from my recent illness--the air refreshes
me--let us walk in the garden--we are equally alone there.'

'With all my heart,' answered the priest; and the two friends passed
slowly to one of the many terraces which, bordered by marble vases and
sleeping flowers, intersected the garden.

'It is a lovely night,' said Arbaces--'blue and beautiful as that on
which, twenty years ago, the shores of Italy first broke upon my view.
My Calenus, age creeps upon us--let us, at least, feel that we have
lived.'

'Thou, at least, mayst arrogate that boast,' said Calenus, beating
about, as it were, for an opportunity to communicate the secret which
weighed upon him, and feeling his usual awe of Arbaces still more
impressively that night, from the quiet and friendly tone of dignified
condescension which the Egyptian assumed--'Thou, at least, mayst
arrogate that boast. Thou hast had countless wealth--a frame on whose
close-woven fibres disease can find no space to enter--prosperous
love--inexhaustible pleasure--and, even at this hour, triumphant
revenge.'

'Thou alludest to the Athenian. Ay, to-morrow's sun the fiat of his
death will go forth. The senate does not relent. But thou mistakest:
his death gives me no other gratification than that it releases me from
a rival in the affections of Ione. I entertain no other sentiment of
animosity against that unfortunate homicide.'

'Homicide!' repeated Calenus, slowly and meaningly; and, halting as he
spoke, he fixed his eyes upon Arbaces. The stars shone pale and
steadily on the proud face of their prophet, but they betrayed there no
change: the eyes of Calenus fell disappointed and abashed. He continued
rapidly--'Homicide! it is well to charge him with that crime; but thou,
of all men, knowest that he is innocent.'

'Explain thyself,' said Arbaces, coldly; for he had prepared himself for
the hint his secret fears had foretold.

'Arbaces,' answered Calenus, sinking his voice into a whisper, 'I was in
the sacred grove, sheltered by the chapel and the