Argus, who was quickly quieted by his friends' tone of kindly admonition, stood aside silent and with his head down while Antinous knelt by the senseless girl on whom the pale light of early dawn fell through--wide window.

The boy looked with alarm on her pale face, lifted her helpless arm, and sought on her light-colored dress for any trace of blood that might have been drawn, but in vain.

After he had assured himself that she still breathed, and that her lips moved, he called to Mastor: "Argus seems only to have pulled her down, not to have wounded her; she has lost consciousness however.

Go quickly into my room and bring me the blue phial out of my medicine-case and a cup of water." The slave whistled to the hound and obeyed the order as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile Antinous remained on his knees by the senseless girl, and ventured to raise her head with its long soft weight of hair.

How beautiful were those marble-white, and nobly-cut features! How touching did the silent accent of pain that lay on her lips seem to him, and how happy was the spoilt darling of the Emperor, who was loved by all who saw him, to be able to be tender and helpful, unasked! "Wake up, oh! wake up!" he cried to Selene--and when still she did not move, he repeated more urgently and tenderly, "Pray, pray wake up." But she did not hear him, and remained motionless even when, with a slight blush, he drew over her shoulder her peplum, which the dog had torn away.