“Are you going?” said Psyche imperiously, and red with passion, and with her finger she pointed to him to be gone. He crouched down suddenly in the reeds of the brook among the irises and narcissi, and she saw him stealing away through the high grass. When she turned round she beheld the cupids; they were bringing her her crown.
“The king is looking for you, Psyche!” they cried out in the distance, and like a cloud they hovered round her.
She went back with them and threw herself into the arms of her husband.
“Don’t roam so far away, my little Psyche!” said Eros. “In the wood behind the hills are wild beasts....”
Night came on; Eros sang, the nightingale filled the air with her sweet notes.
“Classical music!” thought Psyche.
Chapter XV
Psyche had a secret. Why did she not tell it? She did not know. She could not, after having once kept silent. She knew that she was not doing right by being silent, and yet she did not speak. But she was very sad about it, and felt dissatisfied. Then she wanted to speak with Eros; but because she had said nothing at first, she was afraid. And then she said to herself: “The Satyr does nothing wrong by standing there and piping a little, and it is not worth while thinking much about it....”
And yet she did think about it, and in her ears she always heard his saucy voice, his coarse words, countrified and funny.