He muttered to himself, "I wouldn't dare to do this in Alexandria,--prate of a murder,--" and then glanced again toward Pisander.
"Pisander," said Valeria, sharply, noting Pratinas's disquietude, "go out of the room.

I don't need you at present." Pisander, unlike many contemporaries, was affected by a sensitive conscience.

But if there was one man whom he despised to the bottom of his soul, it was Pratinas.

Pratinas had lorded it over him and patronized him, in a way which drove the mild-tempered man of learning to desperation.

The spirit of evil entered into the heart of Pisander as he left the room.