“Soft as downy zephyrs are.”
Why Adele used the word zephyrs instead of pillows, Zeus only knows;—it must have been Zeus, not Aphrodite, for the latter seldom troubled herself about either zephyrs or garments; and yet the association of ideas aroused in the mind of her mother by Adele’s talking about zephyrs was most potent in results.
“That reminds me, Adele, I have a zephyr-shawl that is just the very thing. I’ll go and get it,” and off she hurried.
In the passage outside she met Paul, also in haste, and they stumbled over one another.
“I’m after a shawl for Adele; she ought to be on deck.”
“Ah! just what I think,” said Paul, enchanted to find matters already so favorable.
“Her father will bring her up.”
“I shall be delighted; let me.”
“No, thanks very much; but, no, it’s not at all necessary,” probably thinking of her daughter’s appearance. “But you may arrange her chair in some protected place.”
“Better than ever,” thought Paul. “I’ll find it; a first-class protection, to suit us all round.”