"And he set his clog on my child!" shouted Keraunus, with an angry glare.
"The hound was alone in the passage when I went there."
"Did it bite you?"
"No, but it pulled me down, and stood over me, and gnashed its teeth—oh! it was horrible."
"The cursed, vagabond scoundrel!" growled the steward, "I will teach him how to behave in a strange house!"
"Let him be," said Selene, as she saw her father about to don the saffron cloak.
"What is done cannot be undone, and if quarrels and dissentions come of it, it will make you ill."
"Vagabonds! impudent rascals! who fill my palace with quarrelsome curs," muttered Keraunus without listening to his daughter, and as he settled the folds of his pallium he growled "Arsinoe! why is it that girl never hears me."
When she appeared he desired her to heat the irons to curl his hair.
"They are ready by the fire," answered Arsinoe. "Come into the kitchen with me."