BOOK THE THIRD
2. Chapter II
'Noble Ione, I have been a slave to the vicious--those whom I served were
'And thou hast entered his house since thou knewest so well that private
'I have played on my lyre to Arbaces,' answered the Thessalian, with
'And thou hast escaped the contagion from which thou hast saved Ione?'
returned the Neapolitan, in a voice too low for the ear of Glaucus.
'Noble Ione, I have neither beauty nor station; I am a child, and a slave,
and blind. The despicable are ever safe.'
It was with a pained, and proud, and indignant tone that Nydia made this
humble reply; and Ione felt that she only wounded Nydia by pursuing the
subject. She remained silent, and the bark now floated into the sea.
'Confess that I was right, Ione,' said Glaucus, 'in prevailing on thee not
to waste this beautiful noon in thy chamber--confess that I was right.'
'Thou wert right, Glaucus,' said Nydia, abruptly.
'The dear child speaks for thee,' returned the Athenian. 'But permit me to
move opposite to thee, or our light boat will be over-balanced.'
So saying, he took his seat exactly opposite to Ione, and leaning forward,
he fancied that it was her breath, and not the winds of summer, that flung
fragrance over the sea.
'Thou wert to tell me,' said Glaucus, 'why for so many days thy door was
closed to me?'
'Oh, think of it no more!' answered Ione, quickly; 'I gave my ear to what I
now know was the malice of slander.'
'And my slanderer was the Egyptian?'
Ione's silence assented to the question.