Gula a suitable model. Unfortunately, she ventured here far too
seldom. But I can finish it with the help of the sketch--it stands in
yonder cupboard."

"A fish-seller," Ledscha repeated contemptuously. "And for what did my
Taus, poor lovely child, seem desirable?"

"Over opposite," Hermon answered quickly, as if he wished to get rid of
a troublesome duty, pointing through the window out of doors, "the free
maidens, during the hot days, took off their sandals and waded through
the water. There I saw your sister's feet. They were the prettiest
of all, and Gula brought the young girl to me. I had commenced in
Alexandria a figure of a girl holding her foot in her hand to take out a
thorn, so I used your sister's for it."

"And when my turn comes?" Ledscha demanded.

"Then," he replied, freshly captivated by the magic of her beauty, in a
kinder, almost tender tone, "then I will make of you, in gold and ivory,
you wonderfully lovely creature, the counterpart of this goddess."

"And you will need a long time for it?"

"The oftener you come the faster the work will advance."

"And the more surely the Biamite women will point their fingers at me."

"Yet you ventured here to-day, unasked, in the broad light of noon."

"Because I wish to remind you myself that I shall expect you this
evening. Yesterday you did not appear; but to-day-I am right, am I
not?--to-day you will come."

"With the greatest delight, if it is possible," he answered eagerly.

A warmer glance from her dark eyes rested upon him. The blood seethed in
his veins, and as he extended both hands to her and ardently uttered her
name, she rushed forward, clinging to him with passionate devotion, as
if seeking assistance, but when his lips touched hers she shrank back
and loosed her soft arms from his neck.

"What does this mean?" asked the sculptor in surprise, trying to draw
her toward him again; but Ledscha would not permit it, pleading in a
softer tone than before: "Not now; but--am I not right, dearest--I may
expect you this evening? Just this once let the daughter of Archias
yield to me, who loves you better. We shall have a full moon to-night,
and you have heard what was predicted to me--to-night the highest bliss
which the gods can bestow upon a mortal awaits me."

"And me also," cried Hermon, "if you will permit me to share it with
you."

"Then I will expect you on the Pelican Island--just when the full moon
is over the lofty poplars there. You