He had every confidence that Sesostris would worm out of Pratinas the exact details of the plot, and put the conspirators at the mercy of Drusus and Mamercus.
* * * * * And Agias had felt there was good reason to rejoice in his discovery in more ways than one.

Especially was he conscious that there were no lips as red and as merry, no cheeks as rosy, no eyes as dancing, no chatter as sweet, as those of Artemisia.

And what is more, he rejoiced to believe that that young lady was not half so shy of him as at first, and was as anxious to see him as he to see her.

Thanks to due warnings and precautions, Agias never stumbled on Pratinas, when the latter was at his lodgings.

The time he dared to stay was all too short for Artemisia.