THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII
by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF POMPEII
'HO, Diomed, well met! Do you sup with Glaucus to-night?' said a
young man of small stature, who wore his tunic in those loose and
effeminate folds which proved him to be a gentleman and a coxcomb.
'Alas, no! dear Clodius; he has not invited me,' replied Diomed, a
man of portly frame and of middle age. 'By Pollux, a scurvy trick! for
they say his suppers are the best in Pompeii'.
'Pretty well- though there is never enough of wine for me. It is
not the old Greek blood that flows in his veins, for he pretends
that wine makes him dull the next morning.'
'There may be another reason for that thrift,' said Diomed,
raising his brows. 'With all his conceit and extravagance he is not so
rich, I fanc . . .