No, no! He must take the nocturnal voyage in order not to grieve Ledscha.
Soon after the girl's abrupt departure he dressed himself in festal garments for the banquet.

It would flatter Ledscha also if he went to her in this attire and, with his figure drawn up to its full height, he walked toward the door to go to the Alexandrian's tent.
But what did this mean?
Myrtilus was standing before his Demeter, scanning it intently with his keen artist eyes.

Hermon had not noticed his entrance, and did not disturb him now, but fixed his gaze upon his mobile features in intense expectation.
There were few of his fellow-artists whose opinion he valued as highly as that of this darling of the Muse.
At a slight shake of the head, which Hermon interpreted as disapproval, he clinched his teeth; but soon his lips relaxed and his breast heaved with a sigh of relief, for the sunny glance that Myrtilus bent upon the face of the goddess seemed to show Hermon that it aroused his approval, and, as if relieved from an oppressive nightmare, he approached his friend.
The latter turned toward him, exclaiming: "Daphne! As in the case of yonder bust, you have succeeded most perfectly with this dear face--only--" "Only," Hermon repeated slowly; "I am familiar with that evil word.
Doubts knock at the door with it.

Out with them honestly.

I gave up my last hope of the prize yesterday while looking at your Demeter.