“Nay; but thy father did.”
“My father!”
“Yea; thy father.”
“Why should my father do thus?”
“Because I told him my wish. Because I asked him to go away with thy mother, and bid Hellen take off Electra. Thus could I have thee alone.”
“Wouldst thou tell me this is a plot?”
“Call it what thou wilt, dear Æole. If plot, it is my plot. And full as good is it as the way Hellen took. Yea, even better, for look how long I have had thee to myself in this the beginning of our bliss.”
“Sensel!” More than volumes was in her tone as she arose.
“Æole, much doth that air become thee. Have a care!”
She looked down upon him in rebuke, and full of enjoyment was he over her dignity.