“Yes, if you like. I have no secrets.”
He read them. The name of Melitta was there several times, coupled with various men’s names and strange designs. There were tender and comic phrases. Lovers detailed the charms of the little courtesan, or made jokes upon her. All that was not very interesting; but when he was near the end of his reading he gave a start of surprise.
“What is this? What is it? Tell me.”
“What? Where? What is the matter?”
“Here. This name. Who wrote that?” His finger was pointing to the name of Chrysis.
“Ah,” she replied, “I wrote that.”
“But who is Chrysis?”
“She is my great friend.”
“I don’t doubt that. That is not what I am asking you. Which Chrysis is it? There are so many.”
“Mine is the most beautiful Chrysis of Galilee.”