After a while, therefore, he refused further nourishment; and though he found inexhaustible delight in her presence and in looking at her, he said,—"Enough! Go to rest, my divine one."
"Do not address me in that way," answered Lygia; "it is not proper for me to hear such words."
She smiled at him, however, and said that sleep had fled from her, that she felt no toil, that she would not go to rest till Glaucus came. He listened to her words as to music; his heart rose with increasing delight, increasing gratitude, and his thought was struggling to show her that gratitude.