"Syama would be a wisp of straw in the hands of a ruffian. He could not even call for help."
"Then why not with Nilo?"
"Nilo is to attend me."
"Oh, I see," she said, with a merry laugh. "It is the Greek, the Greek, my persecutor! Why, he has not recovered from his fright yet; he has deserted me."
He answered gravely: "Do you remember a bear tender, one of the amusements at the fisherman's fete?"
"Oh, yes."
"He was the Greek."
"He!" she cried, astonished.
"Yes. I have it from Sergius the monk; and further, my child, he was there in pursuit of you."
"Oh, the monster! I threw him my fan!"