Her voice failed.
“Thou dear, sorrowing Æole!”
Electra took her in her arms and held her tight, and kissed her again and again.
“I am glad that my room will do—that those great trees hide that mocking water. Thou poor dear!”
“Electra, thou givest cheer. I should not grieve with thee to brighten.”
Fondly she returned the embrace and kisses. Tears were springing in both pairs of eyes when a low tap was heard at the door.
Electra answered to admit Sensel. He, himself, was bearing the food and drink—thin cakes made of corn and honey, pomegranates, melons, and a sherbet of almonds and honey.
As he set these upon the table, he apologized:
“It was not my will to let another bear them.”
“It pleaseth us; doth it not, Electra?”