Now, Arsinoe, and you, Semiramis, I shall not forget the good turn you have done me; don't let Valeria miss her unguents and ask questions that might prove disagreeable.

Farewell, Iasus and Pisander; we shall soon meet again, the gods willing." The friends took leave of Artemisia; the slave-women kissed her; Pisander, presuming on his age, kissed her, albeit very sheepishly, as though he feared the ghosts of all the Stoics would see him.

Iasus cast an angry jealous glance at the philosopher; he contented himself with a mere shake of the hand.
Agias swung Artemisia into the gig and touched the lash to the swift mules.
"Good-by, dear friends!" she cried, her merry Greek smile shining out through her bronze disguise.
The gig rolled down the street, Agias glancing to right and left to see that no inquisitive eye followed them.
"Oh! Agias," cried the girl, "am I at last going away with you?
Going away all alone, with only you to take care of me?
I feel--I feel queerly!" Agias only touched the mules again, and laughed and squeezed Artemisia's hand, then more gravely said:-- "Now, makaira, you must do everything as I say, or we shall never get away from Pratinas.

Remember, if I tell you to do anything you must do it instantly; and, above everything else, no matter what happens, speak not a word; don't scream or cry or utter a sound.

If anybody questions us I shall say that I am a gentleman driving out to the suburbs to enjoy a late party at a friend's villa, and you are my valet, who is a mute, whom it is useless to question because he cannot answer.