arose in a body and shouted, “Hurrah for the Emperor, the father of his country!” However, as we perceived that even after this act of veneration, the others continued helping themselves, we filled our napkins with the apples. I was especially keen on this, for I thought I could never put enough good things into Giton’s lap. Three slaves entered, in the meantime, dressed in white tunics well tucked up, and two of them placed Lares with amulets hanging from their necks, upon the table, while the third carried round a bowl of wine and cried, “May the gods be propitious!” One was called Cerdo—business—, Trimalchio informed us, the other Lucrio—luck—and the third Felicio—profit—and, when all the rest had kissed a true likeness of Trimalchio, we were ashamed to pass it by.
CHAPTER THE SIXTY-FIRST. After they had all wished each other sound minds and good health, Trimalchio turned to Niceros.
