"Why didn't they give him to the lion?"
"Oh, he had a friend—the Princess Irene."
"What is to be done with him?"
"Afterwhile, when the affair of the cistern is forgotten, he will be given a purse, and set free."
"Pity! For what sport to have seen him in front of the old Tartar!"
"Yes, he's a fighter." In the midst of this conversation, the party came in sight of the central building, externally a series of arches supporting a deep cornice handsomely balustraded, and called the Gallery.
"Here we are!—But see the people on the top! I was afraid we would be too late. Let us hurry."
"Which gate?"
"The western—it's the nearest."
"Can't we get in under the grand stand?"