What beauty were you dreaming of, Darius, when you went out to listen to the nightingale ?" "I was not dreaming of any," answered he.

"You know how fond I am of watching the stars, and the Tistar-star rose so splendidly to-night, that I left the wine to watch it.

The nightingales were singing so loudly to one another, that if I had not wished to hear them I must have stopped my ears." "You kept them wide open, however," said Araspes laughing.

"Your enraptured exclamation proved that." "Enough of this," cried Darius, to whom these jokes were getting wearisome.

"I really must beg you to leave off making allusions to matters, which I do not care to hear spoken of." "Imprudent fellow!" whispered the older man; "now you really have betrayed yourself.