Recoiling before that gaze, with a strange fear which she could not explain, the Neapolitan answered with confusion and hesitation:  ’He was brought to my house as a countryman of my father’s, and I may say of mine.  I have known him only within this last week or so:  but why these questions?’

‘Forgive me,’ said Arbaces; ’I thought you might have known him longer.  Base insinuator that he is!’

‘How! what mean you?  Why that term?’

’It matters not:  let me not rouse your indignation against one who does not deserve so grave an honour.’

’I implore you speak.  What has Glaucus insinuated? or rather, in what do you suppose he has offended?’

Smothering his resentment at the last part of Ione’s question, Arbaces continued:  ’You know his pursuits, his companions his habits; the comissatio and the alea (the revel and the dice) make his occupation; and amongst the associates of vice how can he dream of virtue?’

’Still you speak riddles.  By the gods!  I entreat you, say the worst at once.’

’Well, then, it must be so.  Know, my Ione, that it was but yesterday that Glaucus boasted openly—­yes, in the public baths—­of your love to him.  He said it amused him to take advantage of it.  Nay, I will do him justice, he praised your beauty.  Who could deny it?  But he laughed scornfully when his Clodius, or his Lepidus, asked him if he loved you enough for marriage, and when he purposed to adorn his door-posts with flowers?’

‘Impossible!  How heard you this base slander?’

’Nay, would you have me relate to you all the comments of the insolent coxcombs with which the story has circled through the town?  Be assured that I myself disbelieved at first, and that I have now painfully been convinced by several ear-witnesses of the truth of what I have reluctantly told thee.’

Ione sank back, and her face was whiter than the pillar against which she leaned for support.

’I own it vexed—­it irritated me, to hear your name thus lightly pitched from lip to lip, like some mere dancing-girl’s fame.  I hastened this morning to seek and to warn you.  I found Glaucus here.  I was stung from my self-possession.  I could not conceal my feelings; nay, I was uncourteous in thy presence.  Canst thou forgive thy friend, Ione?’

Ione placed her hand in his, but replied not.

‘Think no more of this,’ said he; ’but let it be a warning voice, to tell thee how much prudence thy lot requires.  It cannot hurt thee, Ione, for a moment; for a gay thing like this could never have been honored by even a serious thought from Ione.  These insults only wound when they come from one we love; far different indeed is he whom the lofty Ione shall stoop to love.’

‘Love!’ muttered Ione, with an hysterical laugh.  ‘Ay, indeed.’