“Of a truth, Fortune smiles upon him,” said Gannon.
“Do you speak of his wealth?” asked Psyche, shyly.
“Thou dost not understand me, O my sister. I mean that he is fortunate in winning thee.”
“Rather, Fortune is good to me, my brother. I am to marry a noble man.”
“The gods be thanked for such a union of true and loving hearts,” said Alcmaeon.
“Thy bowl is empty, my son,” interrupted Hera. “Wilt thou have more broth?”
“If thou canst spare some,” said Gannon.
Hera gladly refilled Gannon’s bowl.
“In the past week thou hast not visited me at school,” said Alcmaeon.
“Nay, father; but ’twas not because the desire was lacking. I had not the time.”