There was no answer to that question. Eunice inclined her head to his feet and remained motionless.
Petronius looked at the slaves, among whom were beautiful and stately youths. He could read nothing on any face; on the contrary, all had certain strange smiles. He looked then for a while on Eunice lying at his feet, and went in silence to the triclinium.
After he had eaten, he gave command to bear him to the palace, and then to Chrysothemis, with whom he remained till late at night. But when he returned, he gave command to call Tiresias.
“Did Eunice receive the flogging?” inquired he.
“She did, lord. Thou didst not let the skin be cut, however.”
“Did I give no other command touching her?”
“No, lord,” answered the atriensis with alarm.
“That is well. Whom of the slaves does she love?”
“No one, lord.”
“What dost thou know of her?”