Electra struck her hands together in a passionate, unconsidered gesture. But she recalled herself immediately.
"Good-by," she said coldly, and, turning about, went in.
XXIX
Rose, unquiet over her useless mission to Electra, sought out Peter where he sat in the sun, his mind swaying in its constant rhythm between his happy work and his charming dreams. He left the garden chair and came forward to her, struck by the pathos of her face, and a little irritated, too, because MacLeod's death was a sorrow past, and it seemed unfortunate, at least, that there should be so much melancholy in bright weather.
"Electra is going abroad, you know," she said.
Peter turned with her and they paced along the grass. Rose went on,—
"She was much impressed by my father."
"I know."
"She belongs to the Brotherhood now."