Dion cordially responded, and at last shook his hard right hand with the exclamation: "Farewell, then, till we meet in Irenia on the wedding day, you dear, faithful fellow." Then he entered the chariot which stood waiting, and Gorgias gazed after him thoughtfully.

The hyacinthine purple cloak which Dion wore that day had not vanished from his sight when a loud crashing, rattling, and roaring arose behind him.

A hastily erected scaffold, which was to support the pulleys for raising the statues, had collapsed.

The damage could be easily repaired, but the accident aroused a troubled feeling in the architect's mind.

He was a child of his time, a period when duty commanded the prudent man to heed omens.