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If Philotas ihter of Archias like a ripe fruit from a tree, he would find himself mistaken

Hermon did not yet exactly understand himself, only he felt certain that it would be impossible to surrender Daphne to another, and that for her sake he would give up twenty Ledschas, though he cherished infinitely great expectations from the Biamite for his art, which hitherto had beenthat he still had to do in Tennis he could intrust to his conscientious Bias, to Myrtilus, and his slaves

If he returned to the city of weavers, he would earnestly endeavour to palliate the offence which he had inflicted on Ledscha, and, if possible, obtain her forgiveness Only one thing detained him--anxiety about his friend, who positively refused to share the night voyage

He had promised his uncle Archias to care for him like a brother, and his own kind heart bade hi of his very skilful but utterly unreliable body-servant, after the last night had proved to what severe attacks of his disease he was still liable

Myrtilus, however, earnestly entreated him not to deprive hiladly have shared There was plenty of ti would do hiood just now than complete rest in his beloved solitude, which, as Herayest society Nothing was to be feared for him now The thunderstorm had purified the air, and another one was not to be expected soon in this dry region He had always been well here in sunny weather Storms, which were especially harmful to him, never caht that Hermon's departure would be desirable, because the slave Bias had confided to hiers threatened his friend from the incensed Biamite husbands

Finally, Myrtilus turned to the others and begged them not to let Her, he was alone with him, he embraced him and said more tenderly than usual: "You kno easy it will be for me to depart from life; but it would be easier still if I could leave you behind without anxiety, and that would happen if the hyes which will soon resound above my coffin Yesterday I first becaood as you have in your nature, you owe the best to her"