“I must have it.”
She hesitated, then said in a low voice: “I swear by Jehovah. What do you want of me, Demetrios?”
The young man kept silence.
“Speak quickly, I am afraid.”
“Oh! very little.”
“But what is it?”
“I will not ask you to give me three presents, were they as simple as the first three were rare. It would be contrary to the usages. But I can ask you to accept some, can I not?”
“Assuredly,” said Chrysis joyously.
“This mirror, this necklace, this comb, which you made me steal for you, you did not expect to use them, I suppose? A stolen mirror, the comb of a victim, and the goddess’s necklace are not jewels one can make a display of.”
“What an idea!”