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The good woman broke down and burst into tears, while Karnis tried to soothe and comfort her. "We shall get on without them somehow," he said. "'Nil desperandum' says Horace the Roman. And after all they are not lizards that can hide in the cracks of the walls; I know every corner of Alexandria and I will go and hunt them up at once."
The old man looked dignified and honest; but Father Karnis was a well-meaning man, no doubt, and one of those who are wont to keep on the winning side. How was it that the preacher could draw so pitiable a picture of the very same god whose greatness her uncle had praised in such glowing terms only two days since? How could the same thing appear so totally different to two different people?
"All hail! Great Serapis! I greet thee in joyful humility, thankful that Thou hast granted to my old eyes to see Thy glorious and eternal temple once again!" murmured Karnis in devout contemplation. Then, appealing to his wife and son, he pointed in silence to the building. Presently, however, as he watched Orpheus gazing in speechless delight at its magnificent proportions he could not forbear.
The master of the house, more cautious than the women, was inclined to think that his mother and daughter had been somewhat overhasty and imprudent in their advances and he had at first received Karnis with considerable reserve; but after a short interview he had convinced himself that the musician was a man of unusual culture and superior stamp.
Karnis drew a deeper breath, for here the air was clear and balmy; a light northerly breeze brought the refreshing fragrance of the sea, and the slender palm-trees that bordered the canal threw long shadows mingling with the massive shade of the sycamores.
She did not wake till late, and it was with downcast eyes and set lips that she went with Karnis and Orpheus to the house of Porphyrius. When the steward went to summons the musicians to his master's house he had again had no bidding for Dada, and she was very indignant at being left behind.
"And I have never regretted it," added the old musician, "for Agne is a sweet, gentle soul. Of her voice I need say nothing, since you yourselves heard it yesterday." "And were quite delighted with it!" cried Gorgo. "If flowers could sing it would be like that!" "Well, well," said Karnis. "She has a lovely voice but she wants wings. Something what, I know not, keeps the violet rooted to the soil."
This she explained to her host early in the day and he was ready to set out at once and restore her to the care of Karnis. In fact, the purpose for which he had needed her must certainly come to nothing.
What have you to say to that you, who were brought up by Karnis, a true votary of the Muses?" "I?" said Dada. "There are bad men everywhere, and when they rise to destroy what is beautiful I am very sorry. But we can love it and cherish it all the same." "You are happy indeed if you can shut your eyes at the dictates of your heart!" retorted Gorgo, but she sighed.
"He praised you and mother for a great many things; but do you know what he says is wrong? He says you will imperil my psyche my soul, my immortal soul. As if I had ever heard of any Psyche but the Psyche whom Eros loved!" "That is quite another thing," said Karnis very seriously. "In many songs, you know, I have tried to make you uplift your soul to a higher flight.
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