When we came from bath, the young fellow had two cups ready, one with the poison for Ptoeodorus, and the other for me; but by some blunder he handed me the poisoned cup, and Ptoeodorus the plain; and behold, before he had done drinking, there was I sprawling on the ground, a vicarious corpse! Why are you laughing so, Zenophantus? I am your friend; such mirth is unseemly.

Well, it was such a humorous exit. And how did the old man behave?

He was dreadfully distressed for the moment; then he saw, I suppose, and laughed as much as you over the butler’s trick,

Ah, short cuts are no better for you than for other people, you see; the high road would have been safer, if not quite so quick.