Caesar will be charmed with such a Roxana." The dealer's clients were silent, he himself was trembling with disappointment and vexation, and his fury rose to the utmost when Plutarch, whom till then he thought he had won over to his daughter's side, tried to bow his bent old body before dame Julia, and said with a graceful gesture of regret: "My old eyes have deceived me again on this occasion.

The little girl is very like one of my workwomen; very like--but I see now that there is a certain something which the other lacks.

I have done her an injustice and remain her debtor.

Permit, me, noble lady to add the ornaments to the dress you provide for our Roxana.

I may be lucky enough to find something pretty for her.