He is not a money-lender." "Nor am I a money-borrower," said Ben-Hur, smiling at the other's shrewdness.
The man raised his head and considered an instant.
"One would think," he then replied, "that the richest merchant in Antioch would have a house for business corresponding to his wealth; but if you would find him in the day, follow the river to yon bridge, under which he quarters in a building that looks like a buttress of the wall.

Before the door there is an immense landing, always covered with cargoes come and to go.

The fleet that lies moored there is his.

You cannot fail to find him." "I give you thanks." "The peace of our fathers go with you." "And with you." With that they separated.
Two street-porters, loaded with his baggage, received Ben-Hur's orders upon the wharf.
"To the citadel," he said; a direction which implied an official military connection.
Two great streets, cutting each other at right angles, divided the city into quarters.

A curious and immense structure, called the Nymphaeum, arose at the foot of the one running north and south.
When the porters turned south there, the new-comer, though fresh from Rome, was amazed at the magnificence of the avenue.