"Have you seen that pretty girl who has just joined us?" they asked.
"I don't think she is pretty," said Iddo, at the suggestion of the enemy.
"She is quite lovely," they returned, "and her voice is like a bird's. You should hear her sing. It is the sweetest voice we have heard for a long time."
"Her voice has no strength in it," answered Iddo.
"Well, it may not be strong, but it is as sweet as a bird's."
"I don't think so," argued the girl testily, "I heard distinctly two or three flat notes, she can't have a correct ear."
"Well you are hard to please," they said, as they turned away; while others, seeing that Jealousy was at Iddo's elbow, stayed, determined to have a little fun.
"She is going to dance," said one, "look at her gracefulness. It seems to me that whatever she attempts she does well."
"We have never had such an addition to our company," said another, "every one pales beside her."
"Look at the lovely flush on her cheeks," said a third, "surely," he added, turning to Iddo, who was sitting, miserable and angry, on the grass by the side of Jealousy, "surely you must admire her?"