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Karnis was at that time a young student and, as her father's lodger, had rented the best room in the house. He had met her going on her errand and had been very ready to help her in the search; before long they had found the old man in the ivy-grown grotto in the grove of Dionysus motionless and cold, as if struck by lightning.
"Yes, it was beautiful," the mother agreed. "I could not help wishing that you were there." Karnis rose and paced the little room, waving his arms and muttering: "Ah! so that is how it is! A friend of the Muses. We saved the large lute that is well. My chlamys has an ugly hole in it if the girls were not asleep . . . but the first thing to-morrow Ague. . . . Tell me, is she handsome, tall?"
"Karnis, the son of Hiero of Tauromenium," said the musician, bowing to the stranger, whose stately figure and handsome, thoughtful head struck him with admiration. "Karnis of Tauromenium!" exclaimed the newcomer with glad surprise. "By Hercules! a strange meeting. Your hand, your hand, old man. How many years is it since we last emptied a wine-jar together at the house of old Hippias?
I told her that my father was a great musician who could master the most difficult things at the first hearing." "The most difficult! Hm... that depends," said the old man. "Did she show it you?" "No; it is something in the style of Linus and she sang it to us." "The daughter of the rich Porphyrius sang for your entertainment? Yours?" said Karnis laughing. "By Sirius!
It is not only what I have heard from Karnis, who knows the world and fine folks like you; I have seen it for myself at Rome, in the senators' houses, where there were plenty of young lords and great men's daughters for I have not gone through life with my eyes shut; with you love is like lukewarm water in a bath, but it catches us like fire.
Enjoy to-day's gifts and the gods will provide for to-morrow." "Indeed?" asked Karnis in an altered key. "To be sure when a roast fowl flies into one's mouth instead of a pigeon ... But you are right as usual, Herse, as usual, only here am I battening like a senator while you I lay a wager you have drunk nothing but milk all day and eaten nothing but bread and radishes. I thought so?
Closely veiled, and without any kind of adornment on this Herse had positively insisted the girl, clinging to the old man's arm, made her way through the streets, asking questions about everything she saw; and her spirits rose, and she was so full of droll suggestions that Karnis soon forgot his fatigue and gave himself up to the enjoyment of showing her the old scenes that he knew and the new beauties and improvements.
When Karnis and Orpheus had set out Gorgo was left with her grandmother and it was not till some little time after that she went out into the colonade on the garden side of the house, whence she had a view over the park and the shore as far as the ship-yard. There, leaning against the shaft of a pillar, under the shade of the blossoming shrubs, she stood gazing thoughtfully to the southward.
Porphyrius, to whom the whole business was simply revolting, questioned Herse closely and when the facts were clearly established, and it also was plainly proved that Agne had escaped from the garden, he desired the slave-woman to tell her story of all that had occurred during the absence of Karnis, promising her half a dozen stripes from the cane on the soles of her feet for every false word she might utter.
Stranger still that she had entirely ceased to believe in all the abuse which, from her earliest childhood, she had heard heaped on the followers of the crucified Jew. It could only be that Karnis had never been able to forgive them for having ruined his theatre at Tauromenium, and so, perhaps, had never known them thoroughly.
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