We will excuse you on the score of weak health, and certainly, child, you do look extremely pale.
I would far rather find the means for the little one only." Two sweet dimples again began to show in Arsinoe's cheeks, but Selene's lips were as white as her bloodless cheeks as she exclaimed: "But, father--father! neither the baker nor the butcher has had a coin paid him for the last two months, and you will squander seven hundred drachmae!" "Squander!" cried Keraunus indignantly, but still in a tone of disgust rather than anger.

"I have already forbidden you to speak to me in that way.

The richest of our noble youths will take part in the games; Arsinoe is handsome and perhaps one of them may choose her for his wife.
And do you call it squandering, when a father does his utmost to find a suitable husband for his daughter.

After all, what do you know of what I may possess ?" "We have nothing, so I cannot know of it," cried the girl beside herself.
"Indeed!" drawled Keraunus with an embarrassed smile.

"And is that nothing which lies in the cup board there, and stands on the cornice shelf?
For your sakes I will part with these--the onyx fibula, the rings, the golden chaplet, and the girdle of course." "They are of mere silver-gilt!" Selene interrupted, ruthlessly.