BOOK THE FIRST
6. Chapter VI
(continued)
Meanwhile Arbaces pursued his slow and stately way to the house of Ione. As
he entered the tablinum, he heard a voice from the porticoes of the
peristyle beyond, which, musical as it was, sounded displeasingly on his
ear--it was the voice of the young and beautiful Glaucus, and for the first
time an involuntary thrill of jealousy shot through the breast of the
Egyptian. On entering the peristyle, he found Glaucus seated by the side of
Ione. The fountain in the odorous garden cast up its silver spray in the
air, and kept a delicious coolness in the midst of the sultry noon. The
handmaids, almost invariably attendant on Ione, who with her freedom of life
preserved the most delicate modesty, sat at a little distance; by the feet
of Glaucus lay the lyre on which he had been playing to Ione one of the
Lesbian airs. The scene--the group before Arbaces, was stamped by that
peculiar and refined ideality of poesy which we yet, not erroneously,
imagine to be the distinction of the ancients--the marble columns, the vases
of flowers, the statue, white and tranquil, closing every vista; and, above
all, the two living forms, from which a sculptor might have caught either
inspiration or despair!
Arbaces, pausing for a moment, gazed on the pair with a brow from which all
the usual stern serenity had fled; he recovered himself by an effort, and
slowly approached them, but with a step so soft and echoless, that even the
attendants heard him not; much less Ione and her lover.
'And yet,' said Glaucus, 'it is only before we love that we imagine that our
poets have truly described the passion; the instant the sun rises, all the
stars that had shone in his absence vanish into air. The poets exist only
in the night of the heart; they are nothing to us when we feel the full
glory of the god.'
'A gentle and most glowing image, noble Glaucus.'
Both started, and recognized behind the seat of Ione the cold and sarcastic
face of the Egyptian.
'You are a sudden guest,' said Glaucus, rising, and with a forced smile.
'So ought all to be who know they are welcome,' returned Arbaces, seating
himself, and motioning to Glaucus to do the same.
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