"The pitcher is broken," she said sadly.
You should take better care of such expensive things," scolded her father. "You are always complaining of want of money, and at the same time you break half our belongings."
"I was thrown down," answered Selene, drying her eyes.
"Thrown down! by whom?" asked the steward, slowly rising.
"By the architect's big dog—the architect who came last night from Rome, and to whom we gave that meat and salt in the middle of the night. He slept here, at Lochias."
"And he set his clog on my child!" shouted Keraunus, with an angry glare.
"The hound was alone in the passage when I went there."
"Did it bite you?"
"No, but it pulled me down, and stood over me, and gnashed its teeth—oh! it was horrible."
"The cursed, vagabond scoundrel!" growled the steward, "I will teach him how to behave in a strange house!"