He would divert his thoughts by examining the site which Gorgias had chosen.
The zither-player finished his hymn just as Dion approached the theatre, and the crowd began to disperse.

Every one was full of the joyful tidings of victory, and one shouted to another what Anaxenor, the favourite of the great Antony, who must surely know, had just recited in thrilling verse.

Many a joyous Io and loud Evoe to Cleopatra, the new Isis, and Antony, the new Dionysus, resounded through the air, while bearded and smooth, delicate Greek and thick Egyptian lips joined in the shout, "To the Sebasteum!" This was the royal palace, which faced the government building containing the Regent's residence.

The populace desired to have the delightful news confirmed, and to express, by a public demonstration, the grateful joy which filled every heart.
Dion, too, was eager to obtain certainty, and, though usually averse to mingling with the populace during such noisy outbursts of feeling, he was preparing to follow the crowd thronging towards the Sebasteum, when the shouts of runners clearing a passage for a closed litter fell upon his ear.
It was occupied by Iras, the Queen's trusted attendant.

If any one could give accurate information, it was she; yet it would hardly be possible to gain an opportunity of conversing with her in this throng.