The crier paused for the fifth time. The crowd-knotty Spartans, keen Athenians, perfumed Sicilians-pressed his pulpit closer, elbowing for the place of vantage. Amid a lull in their clamour the crier recommenced. "And now, men of Hellas, another time hearken. The sixth contestant in the pentathlon, most honourable of the games held at the Isthmus, is Glaucon, son of Conon the Athenian; his grandfather-" a jangling shout drowned him. "The most beautiful man in Hellas!" "But an effeminate puppy!" "Of the noble house of Alcm on!" "The family's accursed!" "A great god helps him-even Eros." "Ay-the fool married for mere love. He needs help. His father disinherited him."