Then we are both satisfied.

This is much better than making pretence of what we don't feel, and playing a comedy with our two selves for spectators.

You amused me for a while; that is over; now you amuse me in another way.

Turn a little towards the light.

Let me have a look at your pretty face, Basilidion.' She spoke with a Greek accent, mingling now and then with the Roman speech a Greek word or exclamation, and her voice, sonorous rather than melodious, one moment seemed about to strike the note of anger, at another seemed softening to tenderness.
'With your leave,' said Basil, 'I will be gone.