When the hour for opening the wine-shop came at last, he did so in such a marked measure that he forgot the bath; he wished to sleep, above all, and drowsiness overcame his strength so that he returned with tottering step to his dwelling in the Subura, where a slave woman, purchased with money obtained from Vinicius, was waiting for him.
When he had entered a sleeping-room, as dark as the den of a fox, he threw himself on the bed, and fell asleep in one instant. He woke only in the evening, or rather he was roused by the slave woman, who called him to rise, for some one was inquiring, and wished to see him on urgent business.
The watchful Chilo came to himself in one moment, threw on his hooded mantle hastily, and, commanding the slave woman to stand aside, looked out cautiously.
And he was benumbed! for he saw before the door of the sleeping-room the gigantic form of Ursus.
At that sight he felt his feet and head grow icy-cold, the heart ceased to beat in his bosom, and shivers were creeping along his back. For a time he was unable to speak; then with chattering teeth he said, or rather groaned,—
“Syra—I am not at home—I don’t know that—good man-”
“I told him that thou wert at home, but asleep, lord,” answered the girl; “he asked to rouse thee.”
“O gods! I will command that thou—”
But Ursus, as if impatient of delay, approached the door of the sleeping-room, and, bending, thrust in his head.
“O Chilo Chilonides!” said he.