“Think of that sword, the weapon of the great Antony, perhaps the very one with which he pierced his own breast.—­Where can Selene be?”

An hour, an hour and a half had slipped by, and when the fourth half-hour was well begun, and still his eldest daughter did not return, the steward announced that they must set out, for that it would not do to keep the ship-builder’s wife waiting.  It was a sincere grief to Arsinoe to be obliged to go without Selene.  She had made her sister’s dress look as nice as her own, and had laid it carefully on the divan near the mosaic pavement.  She had taken a great deal of trouble.  Never before had she been out in the streets alone, and it seemed impossible to enjoy anything without the companionship and supervision of her absent sister.  But her father’s assertion, that Selene would have a place gladly found for her, even later, among the maidens, reassured the girl who was overflowing with joyful expectation.

Finally she perfumed herself a little with the fragrant extract which Keraunus was accustomed to use before going to the council, and begged her father to order the old slave-woman to go and buy the promised cakes for the little ones during her absence.  The children had all gathered round her, admiring her with loud ohs! and ahs! as if she were some wondrous incarnation, not to be too nearly approached, and on no account to be touched.  The elaborate dressing of her hair would not allow of her stooping over them as usual.  She could only stroke little Helios’ curls, saying:  “Tomorrow you shall have a ride in the air, and perhaps Selene will tell you a pretty story by-and-bye.”

Her heart beat faster than usual as she stepped into the litter, which was waiting for her just in front of the gate-house.  Old Doris looked at her from a distance with pleasure, and while Keraunus stepped out into the street to call a litter for himself, the old woman hastily cut the two finest roses from her bush, and pressing her fingers to her lips with a sly smile, put them into the girl’s hand.

Arsinoe felt as if it were in a dream that she went to the ship-builder’s house, and from thence to the theatre, and on her way she fully understood, for the first time, that alarm and delight may find room side by side in a girl’s mind, and that one by no means hinders the existence of the other.

Fear and expectation so completely overmastered her, that she neither saw nor heard what was going on around her; only once she noticed a young man with a garland on his head, who, as he passed her, arm in arm with another, called out to her gaily:  “Long live beauty!”

From that moment she kept her eyes fixed on her lap and on the roses dame Doris had given her.  The flowers reminded her of the kind old woman’s son, and she wondered whether tall Pollux had perhaps seen her in her finery.  That, she would have liked very much; and after all, it was not at all impossible, for, of course, since Pollux had been working at Lochias he must often have gone to his parents.  Perhaps even he had himself picked the roses for her, but had not dared to give them to her as her father was so near.