I shall find time for a chat with you by and bye, friend Karnis.

How in the world does it happen that you, who so often have helped us with your father's coin, have come down to be the chief of a band of travelling musicians?
You will have much to tell me, my good friend; but even such important matters must give way to those that are more pressing.

One word with you, Porphyrius." Agne had been all this time awaiting Herse's return in the colonnade that ran along the garden-front of the house.

She was glad to be alone, and it was very comfortable to rest on the soft cushions under the gilt-coffered ceiling of the arcade.

At each end stood large shrubs covered with bunches of violet-blue flowers and the spreading branches cast a pleasant shade on the couch where she sat; the beautiful flowers, which were strange to her, were delightfully fragrant, and from time to time she helped herself to the refreshments which Gorgo herself had brought out to her.