"God will help you in the loving task."
"The gods!" exclaimed Selene, bitterly. "They let them grow up, the rest
I have to see to—oh! my foot, my foot!"
"Yes, we will think of that before anything else. Your father is alive?"
"Yes."
"And he is not to know that you work here?"
Selene shook her head.
"He is in moderate circumstances, but of good family?"
"Yes."
"Here, I think, is the doctor. Well? May I know your father's name?
I must if I am to get you safe home."
"I am the daughter of Keraunus, the steward of the palace, and we have rooms there, at Lochias," Selene answered, with rapid decision, but in a low whisper, so that the physician, who just then opened the room door, might not hear her. "No one, and least of all, my father, must know that I work here."