everything first, I know. But I simply can't imagine it. I can do anything when someone explains it to me. But I should never think of making any variations. How do you do it?"
"Don't know," said Proculus. "Seems simple enough to me. Don't you think it's time we were going?"
"We might go," said Balbinus, rising. "But I've time to spare yet."
Proculus rose and surveyed the building with a lingering, loving gaze. The sunlight now bathed the interior opposite him, although some of the lower tiers of seats were still in shadow, as was the arena, which was, however, lit up by the glaring reflections from the higher expanse of sunlit marble.
"What's that up yonder?" he inquired, pointing to the far end of the arena.
"Oh," said Balbinus, "they're turning one of the animals loose. That's another of Commodus' notions. He says the beasts get dull and stupid in cages and he has the pick of them let out in the arena, one at a time for air and exercise."
"But what kind of a beast is it?" Proculus queried.
"Panther," said Balbinus.
"Nonsense," Proculus objected. "That can't be a panther. A panther is spotted yellow and brown, or is solid black. That creature is black
