"But what?"
She shook her head.
"Surely, thou canst speak without fear to me," he said gently.
"There is–only Amaryllis is kind," she essayed finally.
He laid his hand on her wrist.
"Is it–the woman from Ascalon?" he asked, his suspicion lighting instantly upon the wife whom he had expected to meet.
She flung up her head and gazed at him with startled eyes. He believed that he had touched upon the fact.
"So!" he exclaimed.
"She has deceived Philadelphus–" she whispered defensively, but he broke in sharply.
"Whom hath she deceived?"