"See now! Do you not see the difference between us!" These two were kneeling side by side, and each looked into the water.
Callistion said:
"I do not wonder that Demetrios loved you. He loved at odd times many women. He loved the mother of this carrion here. But afterward he would come back to me, and lie asprawl at my feet with his big crafty head between my knees; and I would stroke his hair, and we would talk of the old days when we were young. He never spoke of you. I cannot pardon that."
"I know," said Melicent. Their cheeks touched now.
"There is only one master who could teach you that drear knowledge—"
"There is but one, Callistion."
"The man would be tall, I think. He would, I know, have thick, brown, curling hair—"
"He has black hair, Callistion. It glistens like a raven's wing."
"His face would be all pink and white, like yours—"
"No, tanned like yours, Callistion. Oh, he is like an eagle, very resolute. His glance bedwarfs you. I used to be afraid to look at him, even when I saw how foolishly he loved me—"