And gazing across the sea as usual. What is there so attractive beyond that dim horizon? The future or——?
Lydia
Perhaps its dimness only. That’s southwards, is it not? There Egypt lies, and—Alexandria—you said—the great, new city.
Phocion
(Searchingly.) Distance still haunts your eyes. Little wonder that I startled you. (Kisses her.) But do not speak of Alexander’s city. Our thoughts lie nearer home—in Athens.
Lydia
Where have you been, Phocion? All day I’ve missed you.
Phocion
On the hills—alone. I have been thinking.