Hellen had thought to overwhelm his father. But nothing of the kind, for Deucalion only looked from one to the other with provoking coolness. “So I judged. I knew why thou didst wish Electra to come down here. We all did.”
“Father!”
“Thinkest thou we are blind? Hath it not long been clear that thyself and Electra would come to this? It is nature, and cannot be hid.—Come, Electra, look at me.”
Electra, after several invitations, complied; but her eyes were shifting, and her color high. Deucalion, that he might reassure her, said, with much affection, “Electra, after Æole, no one could be so dear a daughter as thou. Of this, thou shouldst be sure.”
She murmured, “Yea, yea, I know it.” Then with more strength, added, “And where could I find such a father?”
“I know thy mind. We are both pleased. So now to tell those above. Now to delight Pelop and Peloppa after thy mother.”
“What meanest thou, Father?”
“It is that Pelop and Peloppa, after thy mother and myself, have looked with strong favor upon thy heart for each other.”
Great was the astonishment of the two. “But—how knew they it, Father?”
“Call to mind that thyself and Electra have been so bent upon this as to be without eyes for others.”