While the stream shall flow, and the sky shall glow,
The Beautiful still is ours.’”
“A truce to thine overflowing poetic sentiment, Leander; but to return to events. Dost thou think that old Chloe recognized us?”
“Peradventure not, though her eyes are sharp; but what recks it? Doubtless she thinks we perished in the ruin, else she would have returned. The dead has buried its dead.”
“But the dead sometimes rise, my effeminate Greek.”
“Dost thou believe in spirits?”
“Too well I know them. They are more in number than the gods.”
“What of signs, omens, and dreams?”
“I believe the most impossible dreams may become true.”
“Dost thou think there are life and feeling and motion beyond the Styx, Marcius?”