Meanwhile the elder actor, shading his eyes with his hand, had been gazing at the harbour, where, amid the innumerable vessels, the expected one, whose sails were just being reefed, was steered by a skilful hand.  Now he interrupted the blond beauty with the exclamation:  “It is Archias’s Proserpina!  I know it well.”  Then, in a declamatory tone, he continued:  “I, too, was permitted on the deck of the glittering vessel, lightly rocked by the crimson waves, to reach my welcome goal; as the guest of peerless Archias, I mean.  The most magnificent festival in his villa!  There was a little performance there in which Mentor and I allowed ourselves to be persuaded to take part.  But just see how the beautiful ship uses the narrow passage between the two triremes, as if it had the bloodleech’s power of contraction!  But to return to the festival of Archias:  the oyster ragout served there, the pheasant pasties—­”

Here he interrupted himself, exclaiming in surprise:  “By the club of Hercules, the Proserpina is to be received with a full chorus!  And there is the owner himself descending the stairs!  Whom is she bringing?”

“Come! come!” cried the dancing girl to her companion, dragging him after her, “I shall die of curiosity.”

The singing and shouting of many voices greeted the actors as they approached the platform of the Temple of Poseidon.

When from this spot the dancer fixed her eyes upon the landing place, she suddenly dropped her companion’s arm, exclaiming:  “It is the handsome blind sculptor, Hermon, the heir of the wealthy Myrtilus.  Do you learn this now for the first time, you jealous Thersites?  Hail, hail, divine Hermon!  Hail, noble victim of the ungrateful Olympians!  Hail to thee, Hermon, and thy immortal works!  Hail, hail, hail!”

Meanwhile she waved her handkerchief with frenzied eagerness, as if she could thus force the blind man to see her, and a group of actors whom Proclus, the grammateus of the Dionysian arts, had sent here to receive Hermon worthily, followed her example.

But her cries were drowned by the singing of the chorus and by thousands of shouting voices, while Hermon was embraced by Archias on board the galley, and then, by his guidance, stepped on shore and ascended the staircase of the Temple of Poseidon.

Before the ship entered the harbour, the artist had had a large goblet of unmixed wine given to him, that he might conquer the emotion that had overpowered him.

Though his blind eyes did not show him even the faintest outline of a figure, he felt as if he was flooded with brilliant sunshine.

While the Proserpina was bearing him past the lighthouse, Gras told him that they had now reached the great harbour, and at the same time he heard the shouts, whistles, signals, and varying sounds of the landing place with its crowded shipping, and of the capital.

His blood surged in his veins, and before his mind rose the vision of the corn-flower blue sky, mirrored in the calm surface of the bluest of seas.  The pharos built by Sostratus towered in dazzling whiteness above the tide, and before him rose the noble temple buildings, palaces, and porticoes of the city of Alexandria, with which he was familiar, and before and between them statue after statue of marble and bronze, the whole flooded with radiant golden light.