'You know her then?
How is that ?' 'She lodges at Eudaimon's house, as I do,' answered Philammon frankly.
'Not that I ever interchanged, or wish to interchange, a word with so base a creature.' 'Do not! I charge you!' said Hypatia, almost imploringly.

But there was now no way of avoiding her, and perforce Hypatia and her tormentress met face to face.
'One word! one moment, beautiful lady,' began the old woman, with a slavish obeisance.

'Nay, do not push by so cruelly.

I have--see what I have for you!' and she held out with a mysterious air, 'The Rainbow of Solomon.' 'Ah! I knew you would stop a moment--not for the ring's sake, of course, nor even for the sake of one who once offered it to you .-- Ah! and where is he now?
Dead of love, perhaps! at least, here is his last token to the fairest one, the cruel one....

Well, perhaps she is right....