At last he stood back from his work, stooping low to look first at Selene and then at his statuette with keen examination from head to foot; and then, drawing a deep breath, and rubbing the wax over with his finger, he said: "There, that is how it must go! Now I will wet your father's handkerchief and then we can go on again.

If you are tired you can rest." She availed herself but little of this permission and presently he began work again.

As he proceeded carefully to replace some folds of her drapery which had fallen out of place, she moved her foot as if to draw back, but he begged her earnestly to stand still and she obeyed his request.
Pollux now used his fingers and modelling tools more calmly; his gaze was less wistful and he began to talk again.
"You are very pale," he said.

"To be sure the lamp-light and a sleepless night have something to do with it." "I look just the same by daylight, but I am not ill." "I thought Arsinoe would have been like your mother, but now I see many features of her face in yours again.

The oval of their form is the same and, in both, the line of the nose runs almost straight to the forehead; you have her eyes and the same bend of the brow, but your mouth is smaller and more sharply cut, and she could hardly have made such a heavy knot of her hair.