Where he could not say, but in his dream he seemed to descend stairs, and to reach a door which, when he opened it, showed him a pile of gold, shining in so brilliant a light that he fell back blinded, whereupon the door closed in his face.
To this the Syrian listened very curiously.

Cellars there were below the house, as he well knew, and hidden treasure was no uncommon thing in Rome.

Having bidden Stephanus light a torch, he went exploring, but though they searched long, they could find no trace of a door long unopened, or of a walled-up entrance.
'You should have more wit in your dreaming, old scarecrow,' said Sagaris.

'If I had had a dream such as that a second time, not to speak of a third, do you think I should not have learnt the way.

But you were always a clod-pate.' Thus did he revenge himself for the contumely he had suffered from Heliodora.