For my part, I merely desire to know why and for whom all this was done." "For whom save the good old man who was my father's preceptor, and his just claim ?" replied Dion frankly.

"Moreover--for no site more unsuitable could be found than his garden-in behalf of good taste." Iras laughed a shrill, short laugh, and her narrow, regularly formed face, which might have been called beautiful, had not the bridge of the straight delicate nose been too long and the chin too small, darkened slightly, as she exclaimed, "That is frank at least." "You ought to be accustomed to that from me," replied Dion calmly.

"In this case, however, the expert, Gorgias, fully shares my opinion." "I heard that too.

You are both the most constant visitors of--what is the woman's name ?--the bewitching Barine." "Barine ?" repeated Dion, as if the mention of the name surprised him.
"You take care, my friend, that our conversation does honour to its scene, the labyrinth.

I speak of works of the sculptor's art, and you pretend that I am referring to what is most certainly a very successful living work from the creative hands of the gods.