They ran out. Naucrates gazed for some time at the door which had closed behind them, then he rose, saying—
“Can I tell Bacchis that she may reckon upon you?”
“I will come,” Chrysis replied.
The philosopher bowed to her and slowly departed.
As soon as he had gone Chrysis clasped her hands and spoke aloud although she was alone.
“Bacchis, Bacchis, he comes from her and does not know. Is the mirror then still in her possession? Demetrios has forgotten me. If he has hesitated on the first day, I am lost, he will do nothing. But it is quite possible that he has obtained it. Bacchis has other mirrors which she uses more often. Without a doubt she has not found out yet. Ye Gods! Ye Gods! there is no way of finding out. Ah! Djala! Djala!”
The slave entered.
“Give me my dice. I wish to throw them,” Chrysis said.
She tossed in the air the four dice.