All she had she left with the old man, to the last sesterce; but she could only wait to see the cock sacrificed, for she felt she must go home.
As soon as the blood of the bird had besprinkled the altar, and she had told the divinities that a goat was also to be killed, she fancied that they looked at her more kindly; and she was turning to the door, as light and gay as if she had happily done some difficult task, when the curtain screening off the library of archives was lifted, and a man came out calling her by name.

She turned round; but as soon as she saw that he was a Roman, and, as his white toga told her, of the upper class, she took fright.

She hastily exclaimed that she was in a hurry, and flew down the steps, through the garden, and into the road.

Once there, she reproached herself for foolish shyness of a stranger who was scarcely younger than her own father; but by the time she had gone a few steps she had forgotten the incident, and was rehearsing in her mind all she had to tell Heron.

She soon saw the tops of the palms and sycamores in their own garden, her faithful old dog Melas barked with delight, and the happiness which the meeting with the stranger had for a moment interrupted revived with unchecked glow.
She was weary, and where could she rest so well as at home?
She had escaped many perils, and where could she feel so safe as under her father's roof?
Glad as she was at the prospect of her new and handsome home on the other side of the lake, and of all the delights promised her by Diodoros's affection, her heart still clung fondly to the pretty, neat little dwelling whose low roof now gleamed in front of her.