What a haughty and dignified Lucian returns to us from his journey! He will not vouchsafe us a glance; he stands aloof, and will hold no further communion with us. Altogether a supercilious Lucian! The change is sudden. Might one inquire the cause of this altered demeanour?
’Tis the work of Fortune.
Of Fortune!
As an incidental result of my journey, you see in me a happy man; ‘thrice-blest,’ as the tragedians have it.
Dear me. What, in this short time?
Even so.
But what does it all mean? What is the secret of your elation? I decline to rejoice with you in this abridged fashion; I must have details. Tell me all about it.
What should you think, if I told you that I had exchanged servitude for freedom; poverty for true wealth; folly and presumption for good sense?