Surprised, I stood mute, and welcomed them.
The first, with many smiles and blandishments, waved before me a many-tinted Iris: the flag-flower streaming with pennons.

Advancing, the second then presented three rose-hued purple-veined Circea flowers, the dew still clinging to them.

The third placed in my hand a moss-rose bud; then, a Venus-car.
"Thanks for your favors! now your message." Starting at this reception, graciously intended, they conferred a moment; when the Iris-bearer said in winning phrase, "We come from Hautia, whose moss-rose you hold." "All thanks to Hautia then; the bud is very fragrant." Then she pointed to the Venus-car.
"This too is sweet; thanks to Hautia for her flowers.

Pray, bring me more." "He mocks our mistress," and gliding from me, they waved witch- hazels, leaving me alone and wondering.
Informing Media of this scene, he smiled; threw out queer hints of Hautia; but knew not what her message meant.
At first this affair occasioned me no little uneasiness, with much matter for marveling; but in the novel pleasure of our sojourn in Odo, it soon slipped from my mind; nor for some time, did I again hear aught of Queen Hautia..