“Nay, Hellen, but I became without hope.”
“And I am, likewise. I fear he is not for us.” Hellen was gloomily looking down.
“I have it,” exclaimed Æole. “He came to warn us!”
“Thou hast it, Æole!”—Glad was Electra to clutch at this straw.
“Why ran he then?” asked Hellen.
This was unanswerable. The two lovely heads bent, disconsolate, thus causing softening in Hellen. In gentlest tones, he said:
“Let us not question it. And, it is time to go back.”
As they went, he thought to ask: “Where are those ‘Deeps’?”
“They are beneath the temple. The handmaids whisper of them in horror,” replied Electra.
Nothing further was said until they reached the hillside door, when they bade each other good-night dejectedly. As the door was opening, Hellen whispered: