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He was kissing Amaryllis' hand. The Greek was smiling an accusing,

conscious smile. She indicated Laodice. The Ephesian's face showed

startlement, suspicion and a quick recovery. He bowed low and waited

for explanation.

"Then I will go," Amaryllis said with amusement in her eyes, "if you

are acting pretenses for my sake."

[Illustration: Amaryllis the Greek.] She turned toward the arch which led into the interior of the house.

The pretender glanced again at Laodice and again at the Greek.

"What is the play, lady?" he asked.

Amaryllis looked at Laodice standing stony white at her place, and

lost her confident smile.

"Is this not he?" she asked.

"Is this Philadelphus Maccabaeus?" Laodice asked.

The Ephesian's face changed quickly. Enlightenment mixed with

discomfiture appeared there for an instant.

"I am he," he said evenly.

"Then," Laodice said, "I am she whom thou hast expected."

Philadelphus smiled and dropped his head as if in thought.

"One always expects the pleasurable," he essayed, "but at times one

does not recognize it when it comes. Who art thou, lady?"

"Pestilence, war and the evil devices of men have desolated me," she

said coldly. "I have only a name. I am Laodice."

"Laodice!" he repeated amiably. "A familiar name; eh, Amaryllis?"

Laodice waited. Philadelphus looked again at her and appeared to wait.

"I am Laodice," the girl repeated, a little disconcerted, "thy wife."

"So!" Philadelphus exclaimed.

There was such well-assumed astonishment in the exclamation that she

raised her eyes quickly to his face. There was another expression

there; one wholly incredulous.

"Now did I in the profligacy of mine extreme youth marry two

Laodices?" he said. "For another Laodice, wife to me, joined me some

days since."

Laodice gazed at him without comprehending.

"I say," he repeated, "that my wife Laodice joined me some time ago."

"Why, I--I am Laodice, daughter to Costobarus, and thy wife!" she

exclaimed, while her eyes fixed upon him the full force of her

astonishment.

He turned to Amaryllis.

"What labyrinth is this, O my friend," he asked, "in which thou hast

set my feet?"

"I do not know," Amaryllis laughed suddenly. "Call the princess."

Philadelphus summoned a servant and instructed her to bring his wife.

For a short space the three did not speak, though Laodice's lips

parted and she stroked her forehead in a bewildered way.

Then Salome, late actress in the theaters at Ephesus, came into the

hall. Amaryllis bowed to her and the impostor gave her a chair. He

turned to Laodice and with the faintest shadow of a grimace motioned

toward the new-comer.

"This," he said, "is Laodice, daughter of Costobarus."

Laodice blazed at the insolent beauty who stared at her with curious

eyes.

"That!" she cried. "The daughter of Costobarus!"

The fine brown eyes of the woman smoldered a little, but she

continued to gaze without the least discomposure.