‘I long to see Ixion,’ said Proserpine.
‘The wretch!’ shrieked Tisiphone.
‘I cannot help thinking that he has been very unfairly treated,’ said Proserpine.
‘What!’ squeaked Megæra. ‘The ravisher!’
‘Ay! it is all very well,’ replied Proserpine; ‘but, for my part, if we knew the truth of that affair——-’
‘Is it possible that your Majesty can speak in such a tone of levity of such an offender?’ shrieked Tisiphone.
‘Is it possible?’ moaned Alecto.
‘Ah! you have heard only one side of the question; but for my part, knowing as much of Juno as I do——-’
‘The Queen of Heaven!’ observed Atropos, with an intimidating glance.
‘The Queen of Fiddlestick!’ said Proserpine; ‘as great a flirt as ever existed, with all her prudish looks.’