‘Hem!—­say they that she is tall?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why, so am I. Dark haired?’

‘I have heard so.’

‘So am I. And doth Glaucus visit her much?’

‘Daily’ returned Nydia, with a half-suppressed sigh.

‘Daily, indeed!  Does he find her handsome?’

‘I should think so, since they are so soon to be wedded.’

‘Wedded!’ cried Julia, turning pale even through the false roses on her cheek, and starting from her couch.  Nydia did not, of course, perceive the emotion she had caused.  Julia remained a long time silent; but her heaving breast and flashing eyes would have betrayed, to one who could have seen, the wound her vanity had sustained.

‘They tell me thou art a Thessalian,’ said she, at last breaking silence.

‘And truly!’

’Thessaly is the land of magic and of witches, of talismans and of love-philtres,’ said Julia.

‘It has ever been celebrated for its sorcerers,’ returned Nydia, timidly.

‘Knowest thou, then, blind Thessalian, of any love-charms?’

‘I!’ said the flower-girl, coloring; ’I! how should I?  No, assuredly not!’

’The worse for thee; I could have given thee gold enough to have purchased thy freedom hadst thou been more wise.’

‘But what,’ asked Nydia, ’can induce the beautiful and wealthy Julia to ask that question of her servant?  Has she not money, and youth, and loveliness?  Are they not love-charms enough to dispense with magic?’

‘To all but one person in the world,’ answered Julia, haughtily:  ’but methinks thy blindness is infectious; and...  But no matter.’

‘And that one person?’ said Nydia, eagerly.

‘Is not Glaucus,’ replied Julia, with the customary deceit of her sex.  ‘Glaucus—­no!’

Nydia drew her breath more freely, and after a short pause Julia recommenced.

’But talking of Glaucus, and his attachment to this Neapolitan, reminded me of the influence of love-spells, which, for ought I know or care, she may have exercised upon him.  Blind girl, I love, and—­shall Julia live to say it?—­am loved not in return!  This humbles—­nay, not humbles—­but it stings my pride.  I would see this ingrate at my feet—­not in order that I might raise, but that I might spurn him.  When they told me thou wert Thessalian, I imagined thy young mind might have learned the dark secrets of thy clime.’

’Alas! no, murmured Nydia:  ‘would it had!’

‘Thanks, at least, for that kindly wish,’ said Julia, unconscious of what was passing in the breast of the flower-girl.

’But tell me—­thou hearest the gossip of slaves, always prone to these dim beliefs; always ready to apply to sorcery for their own low loves—­hast thou ever heard of any Eastern magician in this city, who possesses the art of which thou art ignorant?  No vain chiromancer, no juggler of the market-place, but some more potent and mighty magician of India or of Egypt?’