Castles in the air, do you say?
But just listen to me: We are sure you see of a hundred gold pieces at least..." He had raised his voice in his eagerness and while he spoke the curtains had been softly opened, and the dull glimmer of the lamp which stood in front of Orpheus fell on a head which was charming in spite of its disorder.

A quantity of loose fair hair curled in papers stuck up all over the round head and fell over the forehead, the eyes were tired and still half shut, but the little mouth was wide awake and laughing with the frank amusement of light-hearted youth.
Karnis, without noticing the listener, had gone on with his visionary hopes of regaining his estates by his next earnings, but at this point the young girl, holding the curtain in her right hand, stretched out her plump left arm and begged in a humble whine: "Good father Karnis, give me a little of your wealth; five poor little drachmae!" The old man started; but he instantly recovered himself and answered good-naturedly enough: "Go back to bed, you little hussy.

You ought to be asleep instead of listening there!" "Asleep ?" said the girl.

"While you are shouting like an orator against the wind! Five drachmae, father.

I stick to that.