'Let the boy go.
I never set my heart on any man yet,' he growled to himself in an under voice, 'but what he disappointed me--and I must not expect more from this fellow.

Come, men, ashore, and get drunk!' Philammon, of course, now that he had leave to go, longed to stay--at all events, he must go back and thank his hosts.

He turned unwillingly to do so, as hastily as he could, and found Pelagia and her gigantic lover just entering a palanquin.

With downcast eyes he approached the beautiful basilisk, and stammered out some commonplace; and she, full of smiles, turned to him at once.
'Tell us more about yourself before we part.

You speak such beautiful Greek--true Athenian.