"You couldn't see!"
"I have ways of knowing."
He helped her courteously over the one stone wall they had to climb, but, though she knew that he was watching her, he made no attempt to talk. At last they reached the ilex grove above the villa, and Daphne recognized home.
"I am grateful to you," she said, wondering at this unwonted sense of being embarrassed. "Perhaps, if you will come some day to the villa for my sister to thank you"— The sentence broke off. "I am Daphne Willis," she said abruptly, and waited.
"And I am Apollo," said the stranger gravely.
"Apollo—what?" asked the girl. Did they use the old names over here?
"Phoebus Apollo," he answered, unsmiling. "Is America so modern that you do not know the older gods?"
"Why do you call me an American?"
A smile flickered across Apollo's lips.
"A certain insight goes with being a god."