He by no means undervalued Antony's attractions; but he saw his foibles no less clearly.

All in all, whenever he thought of this pair, he felt like the lover of art who entrusts the finest gem in his collection to a rich man who knows not how to prize its real value, and puts it in the wrong place.
Yet he wished the Roman the most brilliant victory; for his defeat would have been Cleopatra's also, and would she endure the consequences of such a disaster?
The galley was approaching the flickering circle of light at the foot of the Pharos, and Archibius was just producing the token which was to secure the lifting of the chain, when his name echoed through the stillness of the night.
It was Dion hailing him from a boat tossing near the mouth of the harbour on the waves surging in from the turbulent sea.

He had recognized Archibius's swift galley from the bust of Epicurus which was illumined by the light of the lantern in the prow.

Cleopatra had had it placed upon the ship which, by her orders, had been built for her friend.
Dion now desired to join him, and was soon standing on the deck at his side.

He had landed on the island of Pharos, and entered a sailors' tavern to learn what was passing.