The Ephesian's face showed startlement, suspicion and a quick recovery.

He bowed low and waited for explanation.
"Then I will go," Amaryllis said with amusement in her eyes, "if you are acting pretenses for my sake." [Illustration: Amaryllis the Greek.] She turned toward the arch which led into the interior of the house.
The pretender glanced again at Laodice and again at the Greek.
"What is the play, lady ?" he asked.
Amaryllis looked at Laodice standing stony white at her place, and lost her confident smile.
"Is this not he ?" she asked.
"Is this Philadelphus Maccabaeus ?" Laodice asked.
The Ephesian's face changed quickly.

Enlightenment mixed with discomfiture appeared there for an instant.
"I am he," he said evenly.
"Then," Laodice said, "I am she whom thou hast expected." Philadelphus smiled and dropped his head as if in thought.
"One always expects the pleasurable," he essayed, "but at times one does not recognize it when it comes.

Who art thou, lady ?" "Pestilence, war and the evil devices of men have desolated me," she said coldly.

"I have only a name.