After Paula had renewed the compress—­and he intentionally left her to do it unaided, he said encouragingly: 

“How quickly you have learnt your business.—­Now, the patient is asleep again; the Sister will keep watch, and for the present we can be of no use to the girl; sleep is the best nourishment she can have.  But with us—­or at any rate with me, it is different.  We have still two hours to wait for the next meal:  my breakfast is standing untouched, and yours no doubt fared the same; so be my guest.  They always send up enough to satisfy six bargemen.”

Paula liked the proposal, for she had long been hungry.  The nun was desired to hasten to fetch some more plates, of drinking-vessels there was no lack—­and soon the new allies were seated face to face, each at a small table.  He carved the duck and the roast quails, put the salad before her and some steaming artichokes, which the nun had brought up at the request of the cook whose only son the physician had saved; he invited her attention to the little pies, the fruits and cakes which were laid ready, and played the part of butler; and then, while they heartily enjoyed the meal, they carried on a lively conversation.

Paula for the first time asked Philippus to tell her something of his early youth; he began with an account of his present mode of life, as a partner in the home of the singular old priest of Isis, Horus Apollo, a diligent student; he described his strenuous activity by day and his quiet studies by night, and gave everything such an amusing aspect that often she could not help laughing.  But presently he was sad, as he told her how at an early age he had lost his father and mother, and was left to depend solely on himself and on a very small fortune, having no relations; for his father had been a grammarian, invited to Alexandria from Athens, who had been forced to make a road for himself through life, which had lain before him like an overgrown jungle of papyrus and reeds.  Every hour of his life was devoted to his work, for a rough, outspoken Goliath, such as he, never could find it easy to meet with helpful patrons.  He had managed to live by teaching in the high schools of Alexandria, Athens, and Caesarea, and by preparing medicines from choice herbs—­drinking water instead of wine, eating bread and fruit instead of quails and pies; and he had made a friend of many a good man, but never yet of a woman—­it would be difficult with such a face as his!

“Then I am the first?” said Paula, who felt deep respect for the man who had made his way by his own energy to the eminent position which he had long held, not merely in Memphis, but among Egyptian physicians generally.

He nodded, and with such a blissful smile that she felt as though a sunbeam had shone into her very soul.  He noticed this at once, raised his goblet, and drank to her, exclaiming with a flush on his cheek: 

“The joy that comes to others early has come to me late; but then the woman I call my friend is matchless!”