—Oh, how it moves me! said Angèle.
The setting sun soon threw its rays from one end of the boulevard to the other. And, as if issuing from the splendour of the setting sun, Melibœus was at last seen advancing—preceded by the simple sound of his flute.
At first nothing could be clearly distinguished but his figure, but when he drew nearer:
—Oh, how charming he is! said Angèle. In the meantime Melibœus as he arrived opposite Tityrus, ceased to play his flute, stopped suddenly, saw Angèle, and every one realized that he was naked.
Oh! said Angèle, leaning upon Tityrus, how beautiful he is! what strong thighs he has! His playing is adorable!
Tityrus felt a little uncomfortable.
—Ask him where he is going, said Angèle.
—Where are you going? questioned Tityrus.
Melibœus replied:—Eo Romam.
—What does he say? asked Angèle.