A woman clad in blue-striped muslin was coming slowly towards them. As soon as she saw the child she ran to her, picked her up in her arms, and kissed her fondly on the cheeks.
“My little girl! my little love, where are you going?”
“I am taking some one to see Chimairis. Are you taking a walk too?”
“Corinna has been confined. Have been to her, and I dined at her bedside.”
“Is it a boy?”
“Twins, my dear; as rosy as wax dolls. You can go and see her to-night; she will show them to you.”
“Oh, how nice! Two little courtesans. What are they to be called?”
“Pannychis—both of them, because they were born on the eve of the festival of Aphrodite. It is a divine omen. They will be beautiful!”
She put down the child, and, turning to Demetrios, said—
“What do you think of my daughter? Have I not good cause to be proud of her?”