“I shall.”
“Even against my wish?”
“You forget, dear one, that but for Polycles I should have had nothing.”
The blood rushed into Myrtale’s cheeks and her eyes flashed.
“And you forget,” she said, “that everything you possess is mine.”
The words had scarcely escaped her lips ere she regretted them.
Lycon passed his huge hand over his face, rose, and left her.
Myrtale stole after him. She saw him cross the peristyle and enter a little room where part of the furniture was kept. Through the door, which stood ajar, she watched him open a box and take out something wrapped in cloth. But, as she cautiously pushed the door in order to see better, her shadow fell on Lycon’s arm and he turned.
“What have you there?” asked Myrtale, slightly confused at being discovered.
“What is mine—it belongs to no one else.”