Chilo, who knew every one in Rome, was set at rest notably when he heard the name of the famous athlete, whose superhuman strength in the arena he had wondered at more than once, and he declared that he would go to Ostrianum.

The purse filled with great aurei seemed to him much easier of acquisition through the aid of Croton.
Hence he sat down in good spirits at the table to which, after a time, he was called by the chief of the atrium.
While eating, he told the slaves that he had obtained for their master a miraculous ointment.

The worst horse, if rubbed on the hoofs with it, would leave every other far behind.

A certain Christian had taught him how to prepare that ointment, for the Christian elders were far more skilled in enchantment and miracles than even the Thessalians, though Thessaly was renowned for its witches.

The Christians had immense confidence in him--why, any one easily understands who knows what a fish means.