BOOK THE FOURTH
7. Chapter VII
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'I know not,' answered the Egyptian; 'nor am I, perhaps, one of those whom
he would seek as a boon companion. But thou knowest that his house holds
the person of Glaucus, the murderer.'
'Ay! he, good-hearted epicure, believes in the Greek's innocence! You
remind me that he has become his surety; and, therefore, till the trial, is
responsible for his appearance.' Well, Sallust's house is better than a
prison, especially that wretched hole in the forum. But for what can you
seek Glaucus?'
'Why, noble Clodius, if we could save him from execution it would be well.
The condemnation of the rich is a blow upon society itself. I should like
to confer with him--for I hear he has recovered his senses--and ascertain
the motives of his crime; they may be so extenuating as to plead in his
defence.'
'You are benevolent, Arbaces.'
'Benevolence is the duty of one who aspires to wisdom,' replied the
Egyptian, modestly. 'Which way lies Sallust's mansion?'
'I will show you,' said Clodius, 'if you will suffer me to accompany you a
few steps. But, pray what has become of the poor girl who was to have wed
the Athenian--the sister of the murdered priest?'
'Alas! well-nigh insane! Sometimes she utters imprecations on the
murderer--then suddenly stops short--then cries, "But why curse? Oh, my
brother! Glaucus was not thy murderer--never will I believe it!" Then she
begins again, and again stops short, and mutters awfully to herself, "Yet if
it were indeed he?"'
'Unfortunate Ione!'
'But it is well for her that those solemn cares to the dead which religion
enjoins have hitherto greatly absorbed her attention from Glaucus and
herself: and, in the dimness of her senses, she scarcely seems aware that
Glaucus is apprehended and on the eve of trial. When the funeral rites due
to Apaecides are performed, her apprehension will return; and then I fear me
much that her friends will be revolted by seeing her run to succour and aid
the murderer of her brother!'
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