‘It is not for thee to silence them,’ replied Apaecides, haughtily.

’So hot!—­yet I will not quarrel with thee.  Why, my Apaecides, has not the Egyptian convinced thee of the necessity of our dwelling together in unity?  Has he not convinced thee of the wisdom of deluding the people and enjoying ourselves?  If not, oh, brother! he is not that great magician he is esteemed.’

‘Thou, then, hast shared his lessons?’ said Apaecides, with a hollow smile.

’Ay! but I stood less in need of them than thou.  Nature had already gifted me with the love of pleasure, and the desire of gain and power.  Long is the way that leads the voluptuary to the severities of life; but it is only one step from pleasant sin to sheltering hypocrisy.  Beware the vengeance of the goddess, if the shortness of that step be disclosed!’

’Beware, thou, the hour when the tomb shall be rent and the rottenness exposed,’ returned Apaecides, solemnly.  ‘Vale!’

With these words he left the flamen to his meditations.  When he got a few paces from the temple, he turned to look back.  Calenus had already disappeared in the entry room of the priests, for it now approached the hour of that repast which, called prandium by the ancients, answers in point of date to the breakfast of the moderns.  The white and graceful fane gleamed brightly in the sun.  Upon the altars before it rose the incense and bloomed the garlands.  The priest gazed long and wistfully upon the scene—­it was the last time that it was ever beheld by him!

He then turned and pursued his way slowly towards the house of Ione; for before possibly the last tie that united them was cut in twain—­before the uncertain peril of the next day was incurred, he was anxious to see his last surviving relative, his fondest as his earliest friend.

He arrived at her house, and found her in the garden with Nydia.

‘This is kind, Apaecides,’ said Ione, joyfully; ’and how eagerly have I wished to see thee!—­what thanks do I not owe thee?  How churlish hast thou been to answer none of my letters—­to abstain from coming hither to receive the expressions of my gratitude!  Oh! thou hast assisted to preserve thy sister from dishonour!  What, what can she say to thank thee, now thou art come at last?’

’My sweet Ione, thou owest me no gratitude, for thy cause was mine.  Let us avoid that subject, let us recur not to that impious man—­how hateful to both of us!  I may have a speedy opportunity to teach the world the nature of his pretended wisdom and hypocritical severity.  But let us sit down, my sister; I am wearied with the heat of the sun; let us sit in yonder shade, and, for a little while longer, be to each other what we have been.’