But aloud he said, “Hei, slave!”
Ursus drew his head out of the chimney, and, smiling in a manner almost friendly, said,—“God give thee a good day, lord, and good health; but I am a free man, not a slave.”
On Vinicius who wished to question Ursus touching Lygia’s birthplace, these words produced a certain pleasant impression; for discourse with a free though a common man was less disagreeable to his Roman and patrician pride, than with a slave, in whom neither law nor custom recognized human nature.
“Then thou dost not belong to Aulus?” asked he.
“No, lord, I serve Callina, as I served her mother, of my own will.”
Here he hid his head again in the chimney, to blow the coals, on which he had placed some wood. When he had finished, he took it out and said,—“With us there are no slaves.”
“Where is Lygia?” inquired Vinicius.
“She has gone out, and I am to cook food for thee. She watched over thee the whole night.”
“Why didst thou not relieve her?”
“Because she wished to watch, and it is for me to obey.” Here his eyes grew gloomy, and after a while he added: