His gaze at Momus was frank with boyish curiosity.

His bright eyes plainly remarked on the oddity of the old servant's appearance.

Having catalogued old Momus as worthy of further inspection, he looked then at Laodice.

Under the lowering moon and the listless effort of coming day, her unmantled dress of silver tissue made of her a moon-spirit, banished out of her world of pallor and solitude.

Before her splendid young beauty, pale with distress and weariness, he was not abashed.
His simple eyes studied her with equal frankness, but with an admiration beyond words.
Feeling somehow that his sudden appearance might have distressed her, he said finally: "Go on, lady, or stay as it pleases you.