"You are right, Silverius," grumbled Scævola, as they issued from the doors of the theatre, "the Prefect unites Marius and Cæsar in one person."
"He does not throw away such immense sums for nothing," said the avaricious Albinus warningly; "we must not trust him too far."
"Beloved brethren," said the priest, "see that you do not lightly condemn a member of our community. Who should do this would be worthy of hell-fire! Certainly Cethegus commands the fists of the workmen as well as the hearts of his young 'knights;' and it is well, for he can therewith break the tyranny----"
"But at the same time he could replace it by new despotism," interrupted Calpurnius.
"That he shall not, if daggers can still kill, as in the time of Brutus!" cried Scævola.
"Bloodshed is not necessary. Consider; the nearer the tyrant, the more oppressive the tyranny; the farther the ruler, the more bearable his government. The power of the Prefect must be balanced by the power of the Emperor."
"Yes," affirmed Albinus, who had received large sums from Byzantium, "the Emperor must become master of Italy."
"That is," said Silverius, restraining Scævola, who would have interrupted indignantly, "we must keep down the Prefect by means of the Emperor, and the Emperor by means of the Prefect. See, we have arrived at the door of my house. Let us enter. I must tell you in confidence what will be made known to the assembly to-night. It will surprise you; but other people still more."
Meanwhile the Prefect had also hurried home from the banquet, to prepare for his important work by lonely meditation.
He did not think over his speech; he knew long ago what he had to say; and, a splendid orator, to whom words came as readily as thoughts, he willingly left the mode of expression to the impulse of the moment, knowing well that words which issue spontaneously from the heart, have the liveliest effect.