A month since he went across Lake Mareotis to Polybius to visit Andreas, and while, on his return, he was standing on the shore, he saw her again, with an old man in white robes.

But the last time he saw her was on the morning of the very day when all this happened; and if he is to be believed, he not only saw her but touched her hand.

That, again, was by the lake; she was just stepping out of the ferry-boat.

The obolus she had ready to pay the oarsman dropped on the ground, and Philip picked it up and returned it to her.

Then his fingers touched hers.