If you see her, tell her that Archibius said he would visit her later--for an object I will explain afterwards.

I shall probably go to Iras to bring her to reason.
It will be better not to mention Caesarion's wish." "Certainly--and you will give nothing to yonder brawler." "On the contrary.

I feel very generous.

If Peitho will aid me, the insatiate fellow will get more than may be agreeable to him." Then grasping the architect's hand, Dion forced his way through the throng surrounding the high platform on wheels, upon which the closely covered piece of sculpture had been rolled up.

The gate of the scholar's house stood open, for an officer in the Regent's service had really entered a short time before, but the Scythian guards sent by the exegetus Demetrius, one of Barine's friends, were keeping back the throng of curious spectators.
Their commander knew Gorgias, and he was soon standing in the impluvium of the scholar's house, an oblong, rootless space, with a fountain in the centre, whose spray moistened the circular bed of flowers around it.
The old slave had just lighted some three-branched lamps which burned on tall stands.