“And—a most tender heart.”
“It is well thou didst add that.”
“And—she is one to hold most dear.” Here his tone was such that Peloppa, in spite of the eyes about her, could but put her hand within the one he so eagerly held out.
Then they forbore further talking in order to listen to Deucalion, who, at inquiry of Epha, was again started upon the subject of Atlantis; whilst Prince Pelasgus talked with Pyrrha and translated much to Electra, who stood with an arm about Æole.
After a little, Pyrrha inquired of her husband, “When can I see the queen?”
“On the morrow, I hope. She is better, though she seemeth to see no one about her, not even her ladies. If she could but arouse. It may be that thou wilt do it, that thou wilt bring her back to peace. She is lost in grief.”
“The poor queen—without kin, without a land!”
“Poor people!” said Prince Pelasgus.
“We will make it bright for them in Pelasgia,” spoke Hellen.
“We will,” declared Deucalion.