LXXX THE SILENCE OF MNASIDIKA
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
SHE had laughed all the day, and she even had mocked me a little. She had refused to obey me before many strange women.
When we returned, I affected not to speak to her, and, as she cast herself upon my neck, saying: “Thou art offended?” I said to her:
“Ah! thou art not as formerly, thou art not as on the first day. I no longer recognize thee, Mnasidika.” She did not respond to me.
But she put on all the jewels which she had not worn for a long time, and the same yellow robe, broidered with blue, as on the day of our meeting.