Cornelia ran over the floor to her.
"_A! A!_ what is going to happen!" whimpered the girl.
"I do not know, _philotata_"[164] said Cornelia in Greek, putting her hand on Artemisia's cheek; "but don't cry, and I'll soon find out." [164] Dearest one.
Crash! and at this the door could be heard to fall inward.

Then, with yells of triumph and passion, there was a great sweep of feet over the threshold, and the clang of weapons and armour.

Cornelia found herself beginning to tremble.

As she stepped across the room, she passed before her largest mirror, whereon the outside light was shining directly.

She saw herself for an instant; her hair streaming down her back, her only dress her loose white tunic, her arms bare, and nothing on her throat except a string of yellow amber beads.