BUT Chilo did not appear for some time, and Vinicius knew not at last what to think of his absence.

In vain he repeated to himself that searching, if continued to a certain and successful issue, must be gradual.

His blood and impulsive nature rebelled against the voice of judgment.

To do nothing, to wait, to sit with folded arms, was so repulsive to him that he could not be reconciled to it in any way.

To search the alleys of the city in the dark garb of a slave, through this alone, that it was useless, seemed to him merely a mask for his own inefficiency, and could give no satisfaction.