Vol. 1 (of 4) 103/219 So rich, so fragrant, so sparkling! I will tell you what the Satrap of Caria said to me about that when I supped with him. Nay, sweet Hippomachus; not a word to-night about satraps, or the great king, or the walls of Babylon, or the Pyramids, or the mummies. Chariclea, why do you look so sad? Can I be cheerful when you are going to leave me, Alcibiades? My life, my sweet soul, it is but for a short time. |