“Dost thou yet know where thy new home is to be?” asked Hera.
“Nay, my mother. Gyges wishes to surprise me.”
“Wherever it be, O daughter, thy home will be a pleasant one,” said Alcmaeon. “Gyges is a good and noble son of Greece. He inherits his father’s mild temper and goodness. He is wealthy. Thy new home will contain more luxuries than thy old one. But hearts cannot beat with love for thee more than ours do, my daughter.”
“As the wife of Gyges, I am no less the daughter of Alcmaeon. When I wed, thou losest not a daughter, thou gainest another son,” said Psyche, sweetly.
“Oh that Gannon were here to-night!” said Hera. “Does not thy heart yearn for our son, my Alcmaeon?”
“Ay, my Hera. ’Twas I who allowed him to go to the camp. Would that I had found him another position!”
“But he is paid well for his services,” said the mother.
“I would rather that he received less and were home more. I like not Sejanus,” said Alcmaeon, thoughtfully.
“Hast thou seen Gannon to-day, my father?” asked Psyche.
“I saw him only yesterday.”