“Ah, thou art growing as the rose over it!”
“Let us look at our rooms, Electra.”
These, they found, were good sized and well lighted. Rugs covered the smooth floors, and soft were the couches, easy the chairs. Besides, there was a table for each. The apertures had hangings of white linen, full and long, and an air of neatness prevailed.
Æole sighed, but said:
“We shall have some cheer, Electra.”
“It is fair for a prison, Æole.”
Æole stepped to her aperture to look out. Then she went into Electra’s room, and inspected her view. When this was done, she said, with effort:
“Electra, wilt thou change rooms with me?”
“Yea. But why?”
“From my room I can see the water; the sight causeth pain. Thou knowest it leadeth to my home.”