"It's astonishing that love can nestle in the heart of a merchants-patron. I am willing to give you Lampecja—the more so because she is now quarrelling with Featusa. Speaking intra parentheses, both are in love with me—that is why they are quarrelling."
Great joy lighted up the Argo-robber's eyes.
"Then we lay the bet," said he. "One thing more, I shall choose the woman for you on whom you are to try your godly strength."
"Provided she is beautiful."
"She will be worthy of you."
"I am sure you know some one already."
"Yes, I do."
"A young girl, married, widow, or divorced?"
"Married, of course. Girl, widow, or divorcée, you could capture by promise of marriage."
"What is her name?"