This was caused solely by meeting her cousins again; but if any one should ask her whether Daphne preferred Myrtilus or Hermon, she could not give a positive answer.
"Cautious inquiry saves recantation," replied Bias importantly.

"Yet you may believe my experience, it is Myrtilus.

Fame inspires love, and what the world will not grant my master, in spite of his great talent, it conceded to the other long ago.

And, besides, we are not starving; but Myrtilus is as rich as King Croesus of Sardis.

Not that Daphne, who is stifling in gold herself, would care about that, but whoever knows life knows--where doves are, doves will fly." Stephanion, however, was of a different opinion, not only because Daphne talked far more about the black-bearded cousin than the fair one, but because she knew the girl, and was seldom mistaken in such matters.
She would not deny that Daphne was also fond of Myrtilus.