versally known mark of the fugitive over the face of each of us. As luck would have it, one of the passengers, who was terribly seasick, was hanging over the ship’s side easing his stomach. He saw the barber busy at his unseasonable task by the light of the moon and, cursing the omen which resembled the last offering of a crew before shipwreck, he threw himself into his bunk. Pretending not to hear his puking curses, we reverted to our melancholy train of thought and, settling ourselves down in silence, we passed the remaining hours of the night in fitful slumber. (On the following morning Eumolpus entered Lycas’ cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphena was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of which the fine weather gave promise, Lycas turned to Tryphena and remarked:)
CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. “Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say—Know that Encolpius, whom
