"Go on, freedman, with your luggage," here said a peremptory voice, "and take it whither you have taken the rest."
"And in the name of all the gods, wife," cried Crispus, "whither may that be?"
"Go on, freedman," she repeated; and then taking her husband aside, she spoke to him in a low tone.
"Have you remarked this youth's face?" she asked; "and have you any idea who he is?"
"I know not who any of them are," replied Crispus.
"Look at him then; for here he comes."
Crispus looked, and as he looked his eyes grew bigger; and again he looked until Paulus noticed it, and smiled.
"Do you know me?" says he.
"No, illustrious sir."