"Pollux."
"Your Urania, Pollux, is a fine piece of work, and Pontius says you executed the drapery without a model. I said, and I repeat, that it is simply impossible."
"You judge rightly, a young girl stood for it."
The Emperor glanced at the architect, as much as to say, I knew it!
Pontius asked in astonishment:
"When? I have never seen a female form within these walls."
"Recently."
"But I have never quitted Lochias for a minute. I have never gone to rest before midnight, and have been on my legs again long before sunrise."
"But still there were several hours between your going to sleep, and waking up again," replied Pollux. "Ah, youth—youth!" exclaimed the Emperor, and a satirical smile played upon his lips.
"Part Damon and Phyllis by iron doors, and they will find their way to each other through the key-hole."