They remained still until the figure came beneath them, and proved to be Sensel. He called softly:
“Are ye above?”
Electra answered: “Yea.”
He returned: “It is past the hour. Thyself and Æole should be in the temple.”
“We will come at once, Sensel,” spoke Æole, firmly.
This, her firmness, was the result of Hellen’s rebellious expression. Thereupon, she made the movement to descend, but Hellen heeded it not. Then she called:
“Sensel, wilt thou come up?”
“Never!” cried Hellen. Starting to his feet, he held out his hand, and led her half way down, there to meet Sensel, who had been quick to respond.
“Hellen, thou wilt go back for Electra,” said she. “I will go the rest of the way with Sensel.” Then quickly drawing her hand from his, she gave it to Sensel, and down they went.
Hellen returned for Electra. When without, they beheld the other pair already far up the hill. The discomfited Hellen could only mutter, as he began to lead Electra: