Just in from the country, Terpsion, or did you come some time ago?

Quite a while ago; and I was looking for you in the market-place and wondering that I could not find you.

Well, you see, I was not in the city.

Where then?

As I was going down to the harbor I met Theaetetus being carried to Athens from the camp at Corinth.

Alive or dead?

Just barely alive; for he is suffering severely from wounds, and, worse than that, he has been taken with the sickness that has broken out in the army.

You mean the dysentery?

Yes.

What a man he is who you say is in danger!

A noble man, Terpsion, and indeed just now I heard some people praising him highly for his conduct in the battle.

That is not at all strange; it would have been much more remarkable if he had not so conducted himself. But why did he not stop here in Megara?

He was in a hurry to get home; for I begged and advised him to stop, but he would not. So I went along with him, and as I was coming back I thought of Socrates and wondered at his prophetic gift, especially in what he said about him. For I think he met him a little before his own death, when Theaetetus was a mere boy, and as a result of acquaintance and conversation with him, he greatly admired his qualities. When I went to Athens he related to me the conversation he had with him, which was well worth hearing, and he said he would surely become a notable man if he lived.

And he was right, apparently. But what was the talk? Could you relate it?