"How! a cup! Some traveller must have lost it here. There is nothing extraordinary...."
(He wets his finger, and rubs.)
"It glitters!—metal! Still, I cannot see very clearly...."
(He lights his torch, and examines the cup.)
"It is silver, ornamented with ovules about the rim, with a medal at the bottom of it."
(He detaches the medal with his nail!)
"It is a piece of money worth about seven or eight drachmas—not more! It matters not! even with that I could easily buy myself a sheepskin."
(A sudden flash of the torch lights up the cup.)
"Impossible! gold? Yes, all gold, solid gold!"
(A still larger piece of money appears at the bottom. Under it he perceives several others.)