“Yes,” she said firmly.
“And you knew yesterday that I had come home?” She nodded.
“And yet, this morning even, while you were actually expecting me, you could practise the hymn with such a creature?”
“Agne is not such another as the girl who played tricks with your helmet,” replied Gorgo, and the black arches of her eyebrows knit into something very like a scowl. “I told you just now that I was not yours today, nor to-morrow. We still serve different gods.”
“Indeed we do!” he exclaimed, so vehemently that the others looked round, and old Damia again began to fidget in her chair.
Then with a strong effort he recovered himself and, after standing for some minutes gazing in silence at the ground, he said in a low tone:
“I have borne enough for to-day. Gorgo, pause, reflect. God preserve me from despair!”
He bowed, hastily explained that his duties called him away, and left the spot.