Oh, I see through the whole game! That fine Mopsus was your accomplice; but so true as I--" "Mopsus has entered our service," replied Jason, laughing; "and, if our Phaon's bride will permit, he wants to wed the dark-haired Dorippe.
Henceforth our property is yours." "And ours yours," replied Xanthe--"Be good-natured, Semestre; I will marry no man but Phaon, and shall soon win my father over to our side, rely upon that." The house-keeper was probably forced to believe these very resolute words, for, like a vanquished but skilful general, she began to think of covering her retreat, saying: "I was outwitted; but, what I vowed in a moment of weakness.

I have now sworn again.

I am only sorry for your poor father, who needed a trustworthy son, and the good Leonax--" At this moment, as if he had heard his name and obediently appeared at her call, the son of Alciphron, of Messina, appeared with Phaon's father, Protarch, from the shadow of the myrtle-grove.
He was a gay, handsome youth, richly and carefully dressed.

After many a pressure of the hand and cordial words of welcome, Phaon took the young girl's hand and led her to the new-comers, saying: "Give me Xanthe for a wife, my father.

We have grown up together like the ivy and wild vine on the wall, and cannot part." "No certainly not," added Xanthe, blushing and nestling closely to her lover's side, as she gazed beseechingly first at her uncle, and then at the young visitor from Messina.
"Children, children!" cried Protarch, "you spoil my best plans.