"Pretty?" the one called Philadelphus asked.
"I did not see."
"Married, Julian?"
"How could I tell?" Julian flared.
Philadelphus laughed, and dismounted.
"I shall see for myself," he declared, walking over to the sheltering cedar to look.
Julian followed him nervously, saying under his breath:
"You waste time deliberately!"
"Tut! You merely wish to keep me from seeing this girl," Philadelphus retorted.
He, too, stopped at the prostrate cedar and gazed under the sagging shelter of skins.