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"You'll pardon us, ma'am, for calling so early," began Cai. He was too far embarrassed to be conscious of any surprise at being ushered into the kitchen. " You do the apologisin', of course," had been 'Bias's words in the front porch. "Yours was the first letter written: and, besides, you're a speaker." "You are quite welcome, the both of you," Mrs Bosenna assured him as he came to a halt.
If the former had been allowed to follow their inclinations, they would now be united and happy, while, because a third person so willed, they must go their way solitary and wretched. He expressed this view to his master, and insisted upon his opinion until Hermon confided to him what had driven Archias from Alexandria. Patran, Bias's successor, was by no means satisfactory to him.
He was short of stature, and with toes digging into the crevices of the wall and hands clutching at its coping he could take no very accurate survey. He dropped back upon terra firma and hurried up the flights of steps to the roadway, in haste to descend from it into 'Bias's garden and resolve his doubts. If inadvertently he, being first in the field, had collared the better summer-house!
After being released from his oath, Myrtilus had put himself into communication with his uncle, and just before Bias's departure the merchant had come to Pergamus with his daughter. As he had the most cordial reception from the Regent Philetaerus, he seemed inclined to settle permanently there.
The magnificent shows which were to be expected, and the presence of the royal pair, had attracted thousands of spectators on foot or horseback, and by water, and the morning after Bias's return the sea near Clysma was swarming with vessels of all kinds and sizes.
By his master's orders Bias had tried to find her again, but, in spite of honest search, in vain. Just now he had met, as Althea's maid, the little Syrian Margula, who had been in her company, and raced along in the procession of bacchanals in his, Bias's, arms.
In advising him she might go well, either a little further or a little backward. . . . Yet, once again, she must have meant something; and it wasn't fair, if she meant anything at all, to let old 'Bias go on dwelling in a fool's Paradise. Yes, certainly for 'Bias's sake there ought to be some clear understanding, and the sooner the better. . . ."
"The fella can't make up his mind about it, either: keeps it shakin' half the time." The two friends sat in 'Bias's summerhouse, the scent of their tobacco mingling, while they discoursed, with the fragrance of late roses, nicotianas, lemon verbenas. "Discoursed," did I say? Well, let the word pass: for their talk was discursive enough.
But this living disturber of the peace was not to annoy the recluse long. Scarcely a fortnight after Bias's departure, the slave Patran, who had cost so extravagant a sum, vanished one morning with the sculptor's money and silver cup.
But 'Bias's face reflected none of the mirth he had awakened. "I mayn't know much about ploughin', Cai Hocken " he began. "Ah? Good day, Captain Hunken!" interposed Mrs Bosenna. "Good-day to you, ma'am." He raised his hat without answering her smile.
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