I went at once to ask you if it were true, but turned back again, for there were other things to be done, and I thought we belonged to each other, and you could not love any one so well as you loved me.

I don't like useless words, and cannot tell you what is in my heart, but you knew it long ago.

Now you are watching for your cousin Leonax.

We have never seen him, and I should think--" "But I know," interrupted the girl, rising so hastily that her roses fell unheeded on the ground--"but I know he is a sensible man, his father's right-hand, a man who would disdain to riot all night with flute-playing women, and to woo girls only because they are rich." "I don't do that either," replied Phaon.

"Your flowers have dropped on the ground--" With these words the youth rose, bent over the roses, gathered them together, and offered them to Xanthe with his left hand, while trying to clasp her fingers in his right; but she drew back, saying: "Put them on the bench, and go up to wash the sleep from your eyes." "Do I look weary ?" "Of course, though you've lain here till noon." "But I have scarcely slept for several days." "And dare you boast of it ?" asked Xanthe, with glowing cheeks.