"Did not you say that Iras, with whom you played when a boy is now becoming troublesome by watching your every step?
And then--you visit Barine constantly and she so evidently prefers you, that the fact might easily reach the ears of Iras." "As Argus has a hundred, jealousy has a thousand eyes," interrupted Dion, "yet I seek nothing from Barine, save two pleasant hours when the day is drawing towards its close.

No matter; Iras, I suppose, heard that I was favoured by this much-admired woman.

Iras herself has some little regard for me, so she bought Philostratus.

She is willing to pay something for the sake of injuring the woman who stands between us, or the old man who has the good or evil fortune of being her rival's grandfather.

No, no; that would be too base! And believe me, if Iras desired to ruin Barine, she need not make so long a circuit.