Philadelphus, fearing that she was about to spring at the throat of her traducer, sprang between the two women.

In his eyes shone immense admiration at that moment.
There was an instant of critical silence.

Then Laodice drew herself up with a sudden accession of strength.
"Madam," she said coldly to Amaryllis, "with-hold thy judgment a few days.

I shall send my servant back to Ascalon for other proof.

_He_ can go safely, for he has had the plague." Philadelphus started; the actress flinched.
"Friend," Philadelphus said in his smooth way, "I came upon this woman by the wayside in the hills.