"This gold cup "-- he held it up--"belonged to the Medici.

Master Pory, who is a man of taste, will note the beauty of the graven maenads upon this side, and of the Bacchus and Ariadne upon this.

It is the work of none other than Benvenuto Cellini.

I pour for you, sir." He filled the gold cup with the ruby wine and set it before the Secretary, who eyed it with all the passion of a lover, and waited not for us, but raised it to his lips at once.

My lord took up the other cup.