I am naturally solitary, but still, I am only a girl; I am not a philosopher.

So when I felt very lonely, I used to come here and look at Artemidorus and make believe that he knew all the sadness of my life and sympathised with me.

It was very silly, I know, but yet, somehow it was a real comfort to me." "It was not silly of you at all.

He must have been a good man, a gentle, sweet-faced man who had won the love of those who knew him, as this beautiful memorial tells us; and it was wise and good of you to sweeten the bitterness of your life with the fragrance of this human love that blossoms in the dust after the lapse of centuries.

No, you were not silly, and Artemidorus is not jealous of your new friend." "Are you sure ?" She still smiled as she asked the question, but her glance was soft--almost tender--and there was a note of whimsical anxiety in her voice.
"Quite sure.