Shall I send for the physicians?
Is it really nothing more than your usual headache?
The gods be thanked! But that you should be unwell just to-day! I had so much to say to you; and the chief thing of all was that we are still a long way from completeness in our preparations for our performance.

If this luckless Hebe were not--" "She is in good hands," interrupted Euergetes.

"The Roman, Publius Scipio, has taken her to a place of safety; perhaps in order to present her to me to morrow morning in return for the horses from Cyrene which I sent him to-day.

How brightly your eyes sparkle, sister--with joy no doubt at this good idea.

This evening, I dare say he is rehearsing the little one in her part that she may perform it well to-morrow.