At sight of whom I flew, with all my speed,
Into a narrow, unfrequented alley;
And thence into another, and another,
Frighten’d and flurried as I scampered on,
Lest any one should know me in this habit.
But is that Thais? She. I’m all aground.
Lest any one should know me.—But is that
Thais? ’Tis she herself. I’m all aground.
What shall I do?—Pshaw! what have I to care?
What can she do to me?