A little more white lead, Arsinoe, I am too tanned; make me paler.

Just run over the veins of my temples with a touch of blue paint.

Now a tint of antimony on my eyelids." "Your ladyship seems in wonderfully good spirits this morning," insinuated Pratinas.
"Yes," said Valeria, with a sigh, "I endure the woes of life as should one who is consoled by philosophy." "Shall I continue the Plato ?" edged in poor Pisander, who was raging inwardly to think that Pratinas should dare to assume the name of a "lover of learning." "When you are needed, I can tell you," snapped Valeria, sharply, at the feeble remonstrance.

"Now, Semiramis, you may arrange my hair." The girl looked puzzled.

To tell the truth, Valeria was speaking in a tongue that was a babel of Greek and Latin, although she fondly imagined it to be the former, and Semiramis could hardly understand her.
"If your ladyship will speak in Latin," faltered the maid.
"Speak in Latin! Speak in Latin!" flared up Valeria.