“Yes,” he replied, decisively.  “There can be no better mediator for Alexander than this work.”  Berenike drew herself up, and said: 

“Well, then, to-morrow morning early, I will send it to you at the Serapeum.  The portrait of the dead may perish if it may but save the life of him who wrought it so lovingly.”  She turned away her face as she gave the philosopher her hand, and then hastily left the room.

Melissa flew after her and, with overflowing gratitude, besought the sobbing lady not to weep.

“I know something that will bring you greater comfort than my brother’s picture:  I mean the living image of your Korinna—­a young girl; she is here in Alexandria.”

“Zeno’s daughter Agatha?” said Berenike; and when Melissa said yes, it was she, the lady went on with a deep sigh:  “Thanks for your kind thought, my child; but she, too, is lost to me.”

And as she spoke she sank on a couch, saying, in a low voice, “I would rather be alone.”

Melissa modestly withdrew into the adjoining room, and Philostratus, who had been lost in the contemplation of the picture, took his leave.

He did not make use of the imperial chariot in waiting for him, but returned to his lodgings on foot, in such good spirits, and so well satisfied with himself, as he had not been before since leaving Rome.

When Berenike had rested in solitude for some little time she recalled Melissa, and took as much care of her young guest as though she were her lost darling, restored to her after a brief absence.  First she allowed the girl to send for Argutis; and when she had assured the faithful slave that all promised well, she dismissed him with instructions to await at home his young mistress’s orders, for that Melissa would for the present find shelter under her roof.

When the Gaul had departed, she desired her waiting-woman, Johanna, to fetch her brother.  During her absence the lady explained to Melissa that they both were Christians.  They were freeborn, the children of a freedman of Berenike’s house.  Johannes had at an early age shown so much intelligence that they had acceded to his wish to be educated as a lawyer.  He was now one of the most successful pleaders in the city; but he always used his eloquence, which he had perfected not only at Alexandria but also at Carthage, by preference in the service of accused Christians.  In his leisure hours he would visit the condemned in prison, speak comfort to them, and give them presents out of the fine profits he derived from his business among the wealthy.  He was the very man to go and see her father and brothers; he would revive their spirits, and carry them her greeting.