Her daughter must have met with something unusually gratifying, she looked so happy, although she had surely heard what had happened here; for her cloak was laid aside and her hair newly arranged, so she must have been to her chamber, where she was dressed by her loquacious Cyprian slave, who certainly could not keep to herself anything that was worth mentioning.

The nimble maid had shown her skill that day.
"Any stranger would take her for nineteen," thought her mother.

"How becoming the white robe and blue-bordered peplum are to her; how softly the azure bombyx ribbon is wound around the thick waves of her hair! Who would believe that no curling-irons had touched the little golden locks that rest so gracefully on her brow, that no paint-brush had any share in producing the rose and white hues on her cheek, or the alabaster glimmer of her arms?
Such beauty easily becomes a Danae dower; but it is a magnificent gift of the gods! Yet why did she put on the bracelet which Antony gave her after his last visit?
Scarcely on my account.

She can hardly expect Dion at so late an hour.

Even while I am rejoicing in the sight of her beauty, some new misfortune may be impending." So ran the current of her thoughts while her daughter was gaily describing what she had witnessed at her grandfather's.