“Hellen!”
“Could they look upon us would they joy?”
“They could see beyond this.”
“It is well thou canst hold such a thought—better if thou canst believe such—best of all, if thou wouldst have them dead. But I doubt them. Often I think what if they live to forget us. The horror of it!”
“The horror is in such a thought, Hellen. Wouldst thou sin?”
“Æole, it is they who sin, thus to forget their children.”
“Hellen,” cried Electra, “thou hast shocked Æole. Look how white she is.”
Indeed Æole was not only white, but quivering of her wounded love and indignation, and she turned her head away when Hellen, of his contrition, begged for her forgiveness. A miserable quiet fell upon the three until Electra said below her breath:
“Someone cometh down the mountain side.”
“It is that shaking Sensel!” exclaimed Hellen.