“Macedonians of Rhodes,” came the laughing answer.
And then Parrhasius with a generous gesture of gift said—
“They shall both brighten your bed this night. As for me I have others left with my valuables. But you are alone, friend. Accept these rosy flowers of flesh from my hands. Their bright youthful skins will be strikingly beautiful contrasted with a couch of sombre purple....”
We approached the great market. He stopped and regarded me.
“Indeed, you do not even ask me what it is that I come here to seek!”
“I would not dare.”
“Can you divine it?”
“No; certainly not. I do not think you can want slaves, for Philip gives you his own. Nor girls, since as you say....”
“I have come from Athens to Chalcis to find a model, my friend. Now you seem to be surprised.”
“A model for you. Are there not any then between the Academe and the Piræus?”