"Call the princess." Philadelphus summoned a servant and instructed her to bring his wife.
For a short space the three did not speak, though Laodice's lips parted and she stroked her forehead in a bewildered way.
Then Salome, late actress in the theaters at Ephesus, came into the hall.

Amaryllis bowed to her and the impostor gave her a chair.

He turned to Laodice and with the faintest shadow of a grimace motioned toward the new-comer.
"This," he said, "is Laodice, daughter of Costobarus." Laodice blazed at the insolent beauty who stared at her with curious eyes.
"That!" she cried.

"The daughter of Costobarus!" The fine brown eyes of the woman smoldered a little, but she continued to gaze without the least discomposure.
"Who is this, sir ?" she asked of Philadelphus.
"That," said Philadelphus evenly, to the actress, "is Laodice, daughter of Costobarus." "I do not understand," the actress said disgustedly.

"You are clumsy, Philadelphus, when you are playful.