As Caesarion neither can nor ought to leave Alexandria while affairs are so threatening, nothing is left except to remove the young woman--but, of course, in all kindness." "In a golden chariot, garlanded with roses, if you so desire," cried Iras eagerly.
"That might attract attention," answered Dion, smiling and raising his hand as if to enjoin moderation.

"Your mode of action does not please me, even now that I know its purpose, but I will gladly aid you to attain your object.

Your crooked paths also lead to the goal, and perhaps one is less likely to stumble in them; but straight ways suit me better, and I think I have already found the right one.

A friend will invite Barine to an estate far away from here, perhaps in the lake regions." "You ?" cried Iras, her narrow eyebrows suddenly contracting.
"Do you imagine that she would go with me ?" he asked, in a faintly reproachful tone.

"No.