"Release my hands and I will," answered I.
"Thank you, indeed! Do you think I have had you bound for that!"
"I do not flatter myself; but as you are disposed to chat, tell me what is happening."
She took the band off my eyes and looked bewitching as she mocked me:
"Nothing is happening; and if there were something happening how should I know it?"
"Who tampered with Chairo's carriage?"
I asked the question suddenly in the hope that I should take her by surprise.
"What carriage?" asked she with an air of innocence, but the color mounting to her cheek betrayed her.
"Chairo says some one treacherously tampered with his carriage."
"Nonsense," answered Neaera. "The accident to Chairo's carriage is not the first carriage accident in the world. Chairo is thinking only of himself."