My resolution was therefore quickly formed.
With a snail’s pace I passed from group to group, from bower to bower, from grove to grove, saying in a soft and measured tone: “Fare——well! Fare——well!”
Then I directed my steps toward the white temple by the sea, for I knew my boat’s crew were waiting for me at the foot of the marble staircase.
As I passed in front of Great Cæsar’s statue I turned to wave a last adieu.
What saw I, think you?
Why, that same smile which had begun in the right corner of his mouth several days ago, had crossed over to the other side of his face and was just at the left corner of his mouth.
On the right side, whence it had come, all was as stern and calm as when he sat enthroned at Rome, and ruled the world.
Several hours later, as we were busy setting the sails of my good ship there fell upon my ear in a soft, echo-like tone, the word.
“Fare!”
The Slow Movers had begun to speak their adieu. The winds were favorable.