For a long time, neither of us could find his voice, and as for the lad, his shapely bosom was heaving continuously with choking sobs.

"Oh the disgraceful inconsistency of it all," I cried, "for I love you still, although you abandoned me, and no scar from that gaping wound is left upon this breast! What can you say that will justify you in yielding your love to a stranger?
Did I merit such an affront' ?" He held his head higher when he found that he was loved.
For one to love, and at the same time, blame, That were a labor Hercules to tame! Conflicting passions yield in Cupid's name.
("And furthermore," I went on), "I was not the one that laid the cause of our love before another judge, but I will complain no more, I will remember nothing, if you will prove your penitence by keeping faith." He wiped his face upon his mantle, while I poured out these words, with groans and tears.

"Encolpius," said he, "I beseech you, I appeal to your honest recollection, did I leave you, or did you throw me over?
For my part, I admit, and openly at that, that I sought, refuge with the stronger, when I beheld two armed men." I kissed that, bosom, so full of prudence, threw my arms around his neck and pressed him tightly against my breast, that he might see unmistakably that he had gotten back into my good graces, and that our friendship lived again in perfect confidence..