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I seldom think of sacred subjects, except when I am listening to you; but they then seem so bright, so golden, so divine, that I marvel they ever appear to me like cold, dim shadows." "The flowers of the field are unlike, but each has a beauty of its own; and thus it is with human souls," replied Philothea. For a brief space there was silence.
She had earnestly desired some promise of their future union; and now she felt the prayer was answered. "Could it be a dream?" said Paralus: "Methinks I hear the music now." Philothea smiled affectionately, as she replied: "When sleep hath passed, thy dreams remain."
I had never spoken of it; but to-night I forgot the presence of all save Plato, when I heard him discourse so eloquently of music." "And were you as unhappy as you expected to be during this visit?" inquired her friend. "Some portions of the evening I enjoyed exceedingly," replied Philothea. "I could have listened to Plato and Tithonus, until I grew old in their presence.
A similar feast was prepared in the apartments of the women, where Philothea remained silent and composed; a circumstance that excited no small degree of wonder and remark, among those who measured affection by the vehemence of grief.
When Philothea returned to her grandfather's apartment, she found the good old man with an open tablet before him, and the remainder of a rich cluster of grapes lying on a shell by his side. "I have wanted you, my child," said he, "Have you heard the news all Athens is talking of, that you sought your friend so early in the day? You are not wont to be so eager to carry tidings."
Hipparete is not so very beautiful or gifted, as to make it improbable that Alcibiades might follow his example." "It is a relief to my heart," said Philothea, "to find that you have been deluded with hopes, which, however deceitful, render you comparatively innocent. But believe me, Eudora, Alcibiades will never divorce Hipparete.
"I find consolation in that assurance," replied Philothea; "and I have strong belief that a divine shield will guard you from impending evil. And now I will go to my couch; for I am weary, and would fain be lulled with music." Eudora tenderly arranged the pillows, and played a succession of sweet and plaintive tunes, familiar to their childhood.
Clinias having removed from the unhealthy Piraeus, in search of purer atmosphere, Philothea found him in the house once occupied by Phidias; and the hope that scenes of past happiness might prove salutary to the mind of Paralus, induced Pericles to prepare the former dwelling of Anaxagoras for his bridal home.
He alluded to past events with great clearness of memory, and asked his father several questions concerning the condition of Athens. When Philothea arranged his pillows and bathed his head, he pressed her hand affectionately, and said, "It almost seems as if you were my wife." Pericles, deeply affected, replied, "My dear son, she is your wife.
Early the next morning, painful as the task was, Philothea went to Eudora's room; for she felt that if she ever hoped to save her, she must gain influence now. The maiden had risen from her couch, and was leaning her head on her hand, in an attitude of deep thought. She raised her eyes as Philothea entered, and her face was instantly suffused with the crimson flush of shame.
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