“You know her, then! Tell me about her! Where was her home? Where does she live? Who is her lover? Tell me all about her.”
He sat down upon the bed and took the girl upon his knees.
“Are you in love with her?” she said.
“What does it matter? Tell me what you know about her; I am anxious to hear.”
“Oh! I know nothing at all about her—very little indeed. She has been twice to see me, and you can imagine that I did not ask her questions about her relations. I was too pleased to see her to waste time in idle conversation.”
“What is she like?”
“She is like a pretty girl; what do you want me to say? Must I name all the parts of her body and say that they are all beautiful? Ah! she is a real woman.”
“You know nothing about her, then?” Demetrios asked.
“I know she comes from Galilee; that she is nearly twenty, and lives in the Jews’ quarter, on the east of the city, near the gardens. That is all.”