"I shall not close an eye till daylight, and then...

Orpheus, take that silver--take it all, I have no more--go early to market and buy flowers--laurel branches, ivy, violets and roses.

But no lotuses though the market here is full of them; they are showy, boastful things with no scent, I cannot bear them.

We will go crowned to the Temple of the Muses." "Buy away, buy all you want!" said Herse laughing, as she showed her husband some bright gold pieces.

"We got that to-day, and if all is well...." Here she paused, pointed to the curtain, and went on again in a lower tone: "It all depends of course, on Agne's playing us no trick." "How so?
Why?
She is a good girl and I will..." "No, no," said Herse holding him back.