Lydia
Thinking—you too!
Phocion
I came home by way of Theseus’ Temple, saying a prayer for our loved city and for ourselves.
Lydia
But you are weary, and your feet are splashed with mud.
Phocion
I crossed the Ilissus to be sooner home, and found it rising—in flood almost. Yesterday’s rains on Mount Hymettus—(breaks off as she makes a sudden gesture). Why, what ails you, Lydia? Do I startle you a second time?
Lydia