"'Those are not eyes made for me to look from, but Thou must look into them.'
"'Wonderful eyes! '" thought the scribe to himself; and he walked through the chamber.
"Again he stood before the figure, and asked,
"'But what hast Thou here?'
"'Those are my lips.'
"'By the gods, Thou wilt die of hunger,' cried he, 'for with such little lips Thou couldst take in no food whatever.'
"'They are not for eating,' answered the figure, 'but Thou art to kiss them.'
"'To kiss,' repeated the scribe. 'They did not tell me in the priests' school of kissing. But these what are they?'
"'Those are my hands.'
"'Hands? It is well that Thou hast told me, for with those hands Thou couldst not do anything; Thou couldst not milk sheep even.'