Tryphera mounted upon a street post, and she too said to the merchant:
“Demetrios . . . That is Demetrios. You were anxious to see celebrated men.”
Tryphera mounted upon a street post.
“Demetrios? the Queen’s lover? Is it possible?”
“Yes, you are in luck. He never leaves his house. This is the first time I have seen him on the quay since I have been at Alexandria.”
“Where is he?”
“That’s he, bending over to look at the harbour.”
“There are two men leaning over.”
“It is the one in blue.”