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210 ARIADNE.of age that these few years had scored upon hischeeks. He waslost in thought." Thereis one hope for her," he said tohimself;then saidaloud to me:" AVith the morningIshall returnto Paris."Then he went across the Tiber to his homeupon the hill of Janus.He wentinto one room and locked himselfin.it was the room where she had laboured, andwhere there stood the Apollo CithSradus,AVho can tell how he prayed thereand wrestledin prayer, and to what gods ?Be Ids god whatit would,he came out thencewith every neiwe in him strung to a sacrifice asgreat as ever sent menhere inRome to martyrdom.AVith the grey dawn, whilst the city heloved was stiU wrapped in her mantle of mist,he left the lovely house that he had buUt forhimself under the cypresses and amongst themyrtles, and passed out of Rome.