As she left the room, her eyes turned to Sagaris, who had shrunk into a corner, coward fear and furious passion distorting his face.

The lady having been borne away, a few soldiers remained in the house, where they passed the night.

On the morrow Bessas himself paid a visit to that famous museum of sculpture, and after an inspection, which left no possible hiding-place unsearched, sent away to the Palatine everything that seemed to him worth laying hands upon.
Meanwhile the domestics had all been held under guard.

Sagaris, who heard his relations with Heliodora jested over by the slaves and soldiers, passed a night of terror, and when he knew of the commander's arrival, scarce had strength to stand.

To his surprise, nothing ill befell him.