'Yulia,' repeated Zeno, fixing the name in his memory, 'and what do you call your mistress?' he asked abruptly. The girl was puzzled by the question. 'Her name is Arethusa,' she answered, after a moment's reflection. 'I know that. But when you speak to her, what do you call her? When she gives you an order, how do you answer her? You do not merely say, "Yes, Arethusa," or "No, Arethusa," do you? She would not be pleased.' Yulia smiled and shook her head. 'We call her Kokóna,' she answered. 'Is not that the Greek word for young lady, your Magnificence?' 'Yes,' said Zeno, 'that is the Greek word for young lady. But Arethusa is only a slave as you are. Why do you give her a title? What makes you think she is a lady?' 'She is a different kind of slave. She cost much gold. Besides, if we did not call her Kokóna she would perhaps pull our hair or scratch our faces. Who knows? We are only ignorant little maids, but so much the big negress at the slave-prison taught us.' 'She taught you manners, did she?' Zeno smiled at the idea. 'She made us cry very often, but it was the better for us,' answered the maid, with philosophy beyond her years. 'We have fetched a good price, and we have a good master, and we are together, all because we waited cleverly on the Kokóna one night and one morning.' 'One night?' asked Zeno, in surprise. 'She was only brought to the slave-prison yesterday evening, Magnificence.' 'At what time?' 'It was the third hour of darkness, for the black woman sent the others to bed as soon as she was brought.' Zeno thought over this information for a moment. 'Tell her,' said he, 'that I shall sup with her this evening. That is all.' Yulia, who had kept her hands respectfully before her, made a little obeisance, turned quickly, and ran away, leaving the master of the house to his meditations. She found Zoë still sitting by the window, and the dainty dishes which Lucilla had received on a chiselled bronze tray and had placed beside her were untasted. 'The master bids me say that he will sup with you to-night, Kokóna,' said Yulia. Zoë made a slight movement, but controlled herself, and said nothing, though the colour rose to her face, and she turned quite away from the maids lest they should see it. They stood still a long time, waiting her pleasure. 'Will it not please you to eat something?' asked Yulia timidly, after a time. 'You have eaten nothing since last night, and even then it was little.' 'I thought I ate all the sweetmeats,' answered Zoë, turning and smiling a little at the recollection of the girls' terror.