panied them in that same manner, looking amiable and saying nothing. "Yes, that compatriot of yours is a great Roman," he insisted when they had reached the ancient street below. "What is more, the world treats him as one. How the Greeks and Orientals laughed behind their hands at 'Roman civilization' and at 'Roman art' and at 'Roman manners'! But laughing behind your hand is bad manners; and the poor Greeks had to see most of their own art carried off to Rome. "When a great Roman travelled he was received as this man is received. Everybody hoped for something," Medjila chuckled. "When this new Roman goes over to Europe from Tunis, he will be presented to royalties and dictators and who not, if he wishes. There will be hopes of his making investments, benevolences, largesses. Even I" He broke off, chuckled again; then added: "But I think you know him, Mr. Ogle."
"I suppose so," the young man assented gloomily. "I do, if you mean Tinker."
"I thought so. Do you know how long he will stay in Tunis?"
"No."
"If he is to be there for some little time," Doctor Medjila said reflectively, "I would shorten our stay
