‘And what,’ said his low, deep voice, ’brings thee, O maiden! to the house of the Eastern stranger?’

‘His fame,’ replied Julia.

‘In what?’ said he, with a strange and slight smile.

’Canst thou ask, O wise Arbaces?  Is not thy knowledge the very gossip theme of Pompeii?’

‘Some little lore have I indeed, treasured up,’ replied Arbaces:  ’but in what can such serious and sterile secrets benefit the ear of beauty?’

‘Alas!’ said Julia, a little cheered by the accustomed accents of adulation; ’does not sorrow fly to wisdom for relief, and they who love unrequitedly, are not they the chosen victims of grief?’

‘Ha!’ said Arbaces, ’can unrequited love be the lot of so fair a form, whose modelled proportions are visible even beneath the folds of thy graceful robe?  Deign, O maiden! to lift thy veil, that I may see at least if the face correspond in loveliness with the form.’

Not unwilling, perhaps, to exhibit her charms, and thinking they were likely to interest the magician in her fate, Julia, after some slight hesitation, raised her veil, and revealed a beauty which, but for art, had been indeed attractive to the fixed gaze of the Egyptian.

‘Thou comest to me for advice in unhappy love,’ said he; ’well, turn that face on the ungrateful one:  what other love-charm can I give thee?’

‘Oh, cease these courtesies!’ said Julia; ’it is a love-charm, indeed, that I would ask from thy skill!’

‘Fair stranger!’ replied Arbaces, somewhat scornfully, ’love-spells are not among the secrets I have wasted the midnight oil to attain.’

‘Is it indeed so?  Then pardon me, great Arbaces, and farewell!’

‘Stay,’ said Arbaces, who, despite his passion for Ione, was not unmoved by the beauty of his visitor; and had he been in the flush of a more assured health, might have attempted to console the fair Julia by other means than those of supernatural wisdom.

’Stay; although I confess that I have left the witchery of philtres and potions to those whose trade is in such knowledge, yet am I myself not so dull to beauty but that in earlier youth I may have employed them in my own behalf.  I may give thee advice, at least, if thou wilt be candid with me.  Tell me then, first, art thou unmarried, as thy dress betokens?’

‘Yes,’ said Julia.

’And, being unblest with fortune, wouldst thou allure some wealthy suitor?’

‘I am richer than he who disdains me.’

‘Strange and more strange!  And thou lovest him who loves not thee?’

‘I know not if I love him,’ answered Julia, haughtily; ’but I know that I would see myself triumph over a rival—­I would see him who rejected me my suitor—­I would see her whom he has preferred in her turn despised.’

‘A natural ambition and a womanly,’ said the Egyptian, in a tone too grave for irony.  ’Yet more, fair maiden; wilt thou confide to me the name of thy lover?  Can he be Pompeian, and despise wealth, even if blind to beauty?’