Damia had looked after him in silence and had ever afterwards avoided mentioning his name in Gorgo's presence.
At last it was Damia who spoke, asking to be carried into the women's rooms.
Damia drew the head of the kneeling girl close to her bosom and pressed her lips to Gorge's brow.
The venerable Damia, her son Porphyrius, and the fair Gorgo were in fact a trio such as are rarely met with.
"He cannot help it," interrupted Damia with decisive abruptness.
Damia had sent a slave-girl down to say that they might leave off work and rest till next day if they chose.
Meanwhile she thought over Marcus' startling speech, Damia's injunctions and Herse's warnings.
The waiting-woman proceeded to pick them up: but Damia again became unconscious.
But it is your 'noble lady Damia'—that old woman, who has told you what to say.