"Oh, she is very clever! Who could choose better?" answered Hermes. "Then Zeus has a fancy for her. If she wishes for anything she has only to caress his beard and immediately he calls her Tritogenia, dear daughter; he promises her everything and permits everything."
"Tritogenia bores me sometimes," grumbled Latona's son.
"Yes, I have noticed that she becomes very tedious," answered Hermes.
"Like an old peripatetic; and then she is virtuous to the ridiculous, like my sister Artemis."
"Or as her servants, the Athenian women."
The Radiant turned to the Argo-robber Mercury: "It is the second time you mention, as though purposely, the virtue of the Athenian women. Are they really so virtuous?"
"Fabulously so, O son of Latona!"
"Is it possible!" said Apollo. "Do you think that there is in town one woman who could resist me?"
"I do think so."
"Me, Apollo?"