Antony—"He has the appearance of a saint. If I dared ..."
The fog by this time is quite gone. The atmosphere has become perfectly clear. The moon shines out.
Damis—"What are you thinking of now that you say nothing more?"
Antony—"I am thinking of——Oh! nothing."
Damis draws close to Apollonius, makes many turns round him, with his figure bent, and without moving his head.
"Master, this is a Galilean hermit who wishes to know the sources of your wisdom."
Apollonius—"Let him approach."
Antony hesitates.
Damis—"Approach!"
Apollonius, in a voice of thunder—