“See how it leans; the sails are well filled,” replied Agrippina.
“’Tis a land breeze. Perchance it breathes news from Rome,” said Psyche, hopefully.
“Thou art always hopeful, my child!”
“See how it dips! See how it rises! ’Tis a cheering sight,” cried Psyche, her eyes sparkling and her lips parting in a pleasing smile.
“Sad news is sometimes borne by smiling faces,” said Agrippina, trying to restrain the happy flow of Psyche’s spirits.
“Ah, my lady, not on this day! How fresh is the air! How bright are the skies! The birds fly faster! See the boat dance upon the waters! Ah, I seem to breathe an aroma that affects me like a happy song.”
“From the clear skies anguish sometimes falls,” again Agrippina sadly but kindly warned the gentle maiden.
Intently they watched the boat as it gradually drew near the island. When the anchor had been cast and a small boat had brought some passengers to the land, a cheer rang out from the soldiers who had gathered at the landing. Shortly after, the officer who guarded the prisoners approached them and handed a letter to Psyche.
“A letter for me!” said the dancing-girl, with her eyes opened wide with surprise.
“Perchance, good news!” said the officer, as he went away.