“Do you know that Kleis goes to Charaxos’ house?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“That she visits your brother’s house frequently.”
“Do you know this...or is it gossip?”
“We just went by his place. She’s there now. I would know her voice anywhere.”
“Yes, of course...”
“I don’t like his slaves, as you know, and I don’t think they are fit company for Kleis.”
“No, no, certainly, I shall speak to her...”
“It will take more than that, I’m afraid.”
“Why, Alcaeus, she’s a mere child...”