"Who would not delight to bear Aphrodite to the arms of Artemis!" And so for a while sight, sound, and feeling were at an end for Cornelia, but for Agias the adventures of the evening were but just begun.

The pirates had broken loose in the villa, and Demetrius made not the slightest effort to restrain them.

On into the deserted bedroom, ahead of the others, for reasons of his own, rushed Agias.

As he came in, some one cried out his name, and a second vision in white confronted him.
"_Ai! ai!_ Agias, I knew you would come!" and then and there, with the sword-blades glinting, and the armed men all around, Artemisia tossed her plump arms around his neck.
"The nymph, attendant on Aphrodite!" cried Demetrius, laughing.

And then, when Artemisia saw the strange throng and the torches, and heard the din over the villa, she hung down her head in mingled fear and mortification.