“I wonder not. I blame not. But I have come to tell thee the clouds will lift. Soon will light be on thy path. Be calm, and wait. Thou art not forgotten of gods or man.”
With a farewell wave of the hand, he turned away, and glided beyond the thicket.
Hellen moved as if to follow him; but checking himself, moaned:
“He is right. Long is it since I have looked to the Higher Powers. My trust is gone. I have been mad.”
“Hellen, my trust hath not failed. Sure am I that all is for our good.”
“Æole, thine are ever warmth, trust. But I am cold, full of doubt.”
“After the way of men,” interposed Electra. “Men are cold of heart toward the Higher Powers, but to reason the more: and, of their reasoning, see the less.”
“Thou art right. Ah, Electra, if thou wouldst but help me.” He looked at her with tenderest eyes.
“Thou shouldst ask help only of the Higher Good and Truth, Hellen.” Electra was blushing.
Æole, though listening, was thinking deep upon Sensel. During Hellen’s last words, she was even saying to herself, “What a glance is that of Sensel. What a voice is his. Without doubt, he is good. After this night, Hellen can but believe in him.”