Meanwhile slaves brought in a tripod ornamented with rams' heads, bronze dishes with coals, on which they sprinkled bits of myrrh and nard.
"Now they are turning toward the Carinae," said Vinicius, again.
"He cannot wait; he will run to meet the litter, and is likely to miss them!" exclaimed Chrysothemis.
Vinicius smiled without thinking, and said,—"On the contrary, I will wait."
But he distended his nostrils and panted; seeing which, Petronius shrugged his shoulders, and said,—"There is not in him a philosopher to the value of one sestertium, and I shall never make a man of that son of Mars."