“Well,” said Jucundus, in a depressed tone; “he’s not come to you, of course?”
“Who?”
“Agellius.”
“Oh! Agellius! No, he’s not with me.” Then, after a pause, Aristo added, “Why should he be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I thought he might be. He’s been gone since early morning.”
“Indeed! No, I don’t know where he is. How came he with you?”
“I told you yesterday; but you have forgotten. I was sheltering him; but he’s gone for ever.”
“Indeed!”
“And his brother’s mad!—horribly mad!” and he slapped his hand against his thigh.
“I always thought it,” answered Aristo.