"But how is it that this garden is as still as an Egyptian tomb, and yet the flag of welcome is fluttering at the gate?
How long has that white ensign waved for guests in vain ?" "How long indeed ?" echoed the old slave of Rhodopis with a smile.

"So long as the Fates graciously spare the life of my mistress, the old flag is sure to waft as many guests hither as the house is able to contain.
Rhodopis is not at home now, but she must return shortly.

The evening being so fine, she determined on taking a pleasure-trip on the Nile with her guests.

They started at sunset, two hours ago, and the evening meal is already prepared; they cannot remain away much longer.

I pray you, Phanes, to have patience and follow me into the house.