The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena blushed not a little and laid her face amorously upon Giton's neck.

But Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been a just man," said he, shaking his head angrily, "he would have ordered the husband's body taken down and carried back into the vault, and crucified the woman." No doubt the memory of Hedyle haunted his mind, and the looting of his ship in that wanton excursion.

But the terms of the treaty permitted the harboring of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts left no room for anger.

Tryphaena was lying in Giton's lap by this time, covering his bosom with kisses one minute and rearranging the curls upon his shaven head the next.

Uneasy and chagrined at this new league, I took neither food nor drink but looked askance at them both, with grim eyes.