"There may be another reason for that thrift," said Diomed, raising his brows, "with all his conceit and extravagance he is not so rich, I fancy, as he affects to be, and perhaps loves to save his amphoræ better than his wit."
"An additional reason for supping with him while the sesterces last. Next year, Diomed, we must find another Glaucus."
"He is fond of the dice too, I hear."
"He is fond of every pleasure, and while he likes the pleasure of giving suppers, we are all fond of him."
Ha, ha, Clodius, that is well said. Have you ever seen my wine-cellars, by the by?"
"I think not, my good Diomed."
"Well, you must sup with me some evening; I have tolerable Muræna[1] in my reservoir, and I will ask Pansa the Ædile to meet you."
"Oh, no state with me!—Persicos odi apparatus, I am easily contented. Well, the day wanes; I am for the baths—and you?"—
"To the Questor—business of state—afterwards to the temple of Isis. Vale!"
- ↑ Murænæ—lampreys.
