think they have hit their game they
turn their back upon it. Your Klea is one of this sort, while the pretty
little one I saw this morning looks as if she were very ready to be
hunted, I however, no more wish to be the hunter of a young girl than
to be her game. I have still three days to spend in Memphis, and then I
shall turn my back forever on this stupid country."

"This morning," said Serapion, who began to suspect what the grievance
might be which had excited the discontent implied in the Roman's speech,
"This morning you appeared to be in less hurry to set out than now, so
to me you seem to be in the plight of game trying to escape; however, I
know Klea better than you do. Shooting is no sport of hers, nor will she
let herself be hunted, for she has a characteristic which you, my friend
Publius Scipio, ought to recognize and value above all others--she is
proud, very proud; aye, and so she may be, scornful as you look--as if
you would like to say 'how came a water-carrier of Serapis by her pride,
a poor creature who is ill-fed and always engaged in service, pride
which is the prescriptive right only of those, whom privilege raises
above the common herd around them?--But this girl, you may take my word
for it, has ample reason to hold her head high, not only because she
is the daughter of free and noble parents and is distinguished by rare
beauty, not because while she was still a child she undertook, with
the devotion and constancy of the best of mothers, the care of another
child--her own sister, but for a reason which, if I judge you rightly,
you will understand better than many another young man; because she
must uphold her pride in order that among the lower servants with whom
unfortunately she is forced to work, she may never forget that she is
a free and noble lady. You can set your pride aside and yet remain what
you are, but if she were to do so and to learn to feel as a servant,
she would presently become in fact what by nature she is not and by
circumstances is compelled to be. A fine horse made to carry burdens
becomes a mere cart-horse as soon as it ceases to hold up its head and
lift its feet freely. Klea is proud because she must be proud; and
if you are just you will not contemn the girl, who perhaps has cast a
kindly glance at you--since the gods have so made you that you cannot
fail to please any woman--and yet who must repel your approaches because
she feels herself above being trifled with, eve