“Yea, I told thee. This second figure was Sensel. Out he glided, tall, slender, shining of eye, the color of dust, and swaying. We fell back as though he was a serpent; and watched him, charmed, as he took his place beside the ‘Silent Priest.’”
“I think he is fair, noble,” urged Electra, “in spite of his ugly dust garments and wavy walk. How his eyes shine beneath that low cap he ever weareth!”
This pleased Æole much. But Hellen looked severe. In grimmest tone, he said:
“Look to it that he throweth not his spells about you. Such charming is death!”
“Hellen, thou hast need of more heart,” warned Æole. “Thou art getting to look but for the evil in people.” And she turned from him.
This, coming from her, was a blow. Hellen was so smitten, that Electra entreated:
“Æole, thou hast wounded him. But—look upon him with thy fond eyes.”
Æole obeyed to soften. Taking his hand, she said in her loving way:
“Dear Hellen, how could I thus hurt thee. Forgive me.”
He kissed her. “Dear Æole, how can I forgive when naught doth need it. I am wrong to speak evil of Sensel when he is kind to thee and Electra.”