Berenike--the mother--did not even moisten her lips, but Seleukus did duty for us both, and this I could see displeased his wife.

During supper the merchant made many inquiries about me and my father; for he had heard Philip's praises from his brother Theophilus, the high-priest.

I learned from him that Korinna had caught her sickness from a slave girl she had nursed, and had died of the fever in three days.

But while I sat listening to him, as he talked and ate, I could not keep my eyes off his wife who reclined opposite to me silent and motionless, for the gods had created Korinna in her very image.

The lady Berenike's eyes indeed sparkle with a lurid, I might almost say an alarming, fire, but they are shaped like Korinna's.