184 ARIST OPHANES.

were dropped, and Bacchus was hospitably enter-
tained, while Xanthias was handed over to the care
of AXacus.

“That’s a real gentleman, that master of yours,”
said the porter to his guest.

“T believe you,” replied the slave, “he does not
know how to do anything but drink and amuse
himself.”

4, “To think of his not hitting you when you
faced him out, pretending that you were the master,
when you were only the slave.”

Xan. “He would have been sorry for it if he
had.”

4&. “You're the right sort, I see. That’s just —
the sort of thing that I like to say.”

Xan. “You like it, do you?”

4@. “Yes; but the best of all is to curse my
master when I am alone.”

Aan. “And what do you think of muttering when
you have been well beaten and are going out of the
door?”

4, “That’s pleasant, too.”

Xan. ‘What of making mischief?”

4¢. “Better than anything.”

Xan. “ And listening at the door when they’re
talking secrets?”

42, “1’m simply mad on it.”

Xan. “ And gossiping out-of-doors about what you
hear?”