and he determined on a personal visit.  Accordingly he went to the temple, and inspected it.  The ceiling was excellent; the whole building in the best repair.  “What is to be done?” he asked of one of his satellites.  “Well,” said the man, “there is nothing for you to meddle with here, except possibly to require that the columns should be restored to the perpendicular.”  “Restored to the perpendicular? what do you mean?” said Verres, who knew nothing of architecture.  It was explained to him that it very seldom happened that a column was absolutely true to the perpendicular.  “Very good,” said Verres; “we will have the columns made perpendicular.”  Notice accordingly was sent to the lad’s guardians.  Disturbed at the prospect of indefinite loss to their ward’s property, they sought an interview with Verres.  One of the noble family of Marcellus waited upon him, and remonstrated against the iniquity of the proceeding.  The remonstrance was in vain.  The praetor showed no signs of relenting.  There yet remained one way, a way only too well known to all who had to deal with him, of obtaining their object.  Application must be made to his mistress (a Greek freedwoman of the name of Chelidon or “The Swallow").  If she could be induced to take an interest in the case something might yet be done.  Degrading as such a course must have been to men of rank and honor, they resolved, in the interest of their ward, to take it.  They went to Chelidon’s house.  It was thronged with people who were seeking favors from the praetor.  Some were begging for decisions in their favor; some for fresh trials of their cases.  “I want possession,” cried one.  “He must not take the property from me,” said another.  “Don’t let him pronounce judgment against me,” cried a third.  “The property must be assigned to me,” was the demand of a fourth.  Some were counting out money; others signing bonds.  The deputation, after waiting awhile, were admitted to the presence.  Their spokesman explained the case, begged for Chelidon’s assistance, and promised a substantial consideration.  The lady was very gracious.  She would willingly do what she could, and would talk to the praetor about it.  The deputation must come again the next day and hear how she had succeeded.  They came again, but found that nothing could be done.  Verres felt sure that a large sum of money was to be got out of the proceeding, and resolutely refused any compromise.

They next made an offer of about two thousand pounds.  This again was rejected.  Verres resolved that he would put up the contract to auction, and did his best that the guardians should have no notice of it.  Here, however, he failed.  They attended the auction and made a bid.  Of course the lowest bidder ought to have been accepted, so long as he gave security for doing the work well.  But Verres refused to accept it.  He knocked down the contract to himself at a price of more than five thousand pounds, and this though there were persons willing to do it for less than a sixth of that sum.  As a matter of fact very little was done.  Four of the columns were pulled down and built up again with the same stones.  Others were whitewashed; some had the old cement taken out and fresh put in.[1] The highest estimate for all that could possibly be wanted was less than eight hundred pounds.