"It is rather an unusually fascinating one," Myrtilus asserted
resolutely. "I have no idea of flattering you, and you are certainly
aware that I do not number you among the beauties of Alexandria. But
instead of the delicate, symmetrical features which artists need, the
gods bestowed upon you a face which wins all hearts, even those of women,
because it is a mirror of genuine, helpful, womanly kindness, a sincere
disposition, and a healthy, receptive mind. To reproduce such a face,
not exactly beautiful, and yet bewitching, is the hardest possible task,
and Hermon, I repeat it, has succeeded. You are the only one of your
noble sex who inspires the motherless man with respect, and for whom he
feels more than a fleeting fancy. What does he not owe you? After the
bridge which united him to his uncle and paternal friend had been so
suddenly broken, it was you who rebuilt it. Now, I think, it is stronger
than ever. I could not imagine anything that would induce him to give
you up; and all honour to your father, who, instead of bearing the
insubordinate fellow a grudge, only drew him more warmly to his heart,
and gave us two commissions which will permit each to do his best. If I
see clearly, the daughter of Archias is closely connected with this
admirable deed."

"Of course," replied Daphne, "my father discussed his intention with me,
but the thought was entirely his own. True, Hermon's Street-Boy eating
Figs was not exactly according to his taste, but it pleased him better
than his former works, and I agree with Euphranor, it is remarkably true
to nature. My father perceived this too. Besides, he is a merchant who
sets a high value upon what he has earned, and Hermon's refusal of his
gold startled him. Then the good man also saw how nobly, in spite of his
wild life, his obstinacy, and the work so unpleasing to him, his nephew
always showed the noble impulses inherited from his brave father, and
thus Hermon gained the day."