Dada returned the greeting; but this seemed likely to be the end of their acquaintance, for the soldier walked on without turning round.

He looked handsomer even than he had seemed the day before; his hair was freshly oiled and curled, his scale-armor gleamed as brightly, and his crimson tunic was as new and rich as if he were going at once to guard the Imperial throne.

The merchant's daughter had good taste, but her friend looked no less haughty than herself.

Dada longed to make his acquaintance and find out whether he really had no eyes for any one but Gorgo.

To discover that it was not so, little as she cared about him personally, would have given her infinite satisfaction, and she decided that she must put him to the test.