“Elea dances the better,” said Gyges. “She makes a good Chloris to thy Niobe.”
“Are we not late? See, the sun has set long since! Wilt thou not dine with us this night, O Gyges?” she asked.
“Ay; ’tis Gannon’s night at home,” he replied.
“What new story will he have to tell us, I wonder?” she asked. “He always brings cheer when he comes home. Last week he told us of Livilla.”
“Ay, he is truly a happy youth.”
“His large eyes will open wider when he sees his sister’s new home,” said Psyche.
Their conversation was still running on Gannon when they turned down the street that led to Alcmaeon’s home. Noticing the soldiers stationed before the house, the lovers quickened their steps. When they arrived at the door, Gyges asked one of the soldiers, “What dost thou wish?”
“Alcmaeon and his family are under arrest,” replied the soldier. “He and his wife have gone to the camp. We await the daughter.”
At this announcement Psyche excitedly inquired: “What have they done? I am their daughter.”
“I know not. Long enough have we waited for thee,” said the soldier, angrily. “Come, thou must go at once!”