"So it is here you live and work, you wise, lonely, little Pallas
Athené," he said.

"You must not call me that--I am not at all like her," Halcyone answered
softly. "She was very clever and very noble--but a little hard, I think.
Wait until I have shown you my own goddess. I would rather have her soul
than any other of the Olympian gods."

John Derringham took a step nearer to her.

"Do you remember the night at dinner here when you told me Pallas
Athené's words to Perseus?" he said. "I have thought of them often, and
they have helped me sometimes, I think."

"I am so glad," said Halcyone simply, while she moved towards her
treasure chest.

He watched her with satisfied eyes--every action of hers was full of
grace, and the interest he felt in her personally obscured any for the
moment in what she was going to show him, but at last he became aware
that she had unlocked a cupboard drawer, and was taking from it a bundle
of blue silk.

His curiosity was aroused, and he went over as near as he could.

"Come!" whispered Halcyone, and walked to the high window-sill of the
middle section, and then put down her burden upon the old faded velvet
seat.

"See, I will take off her veil gradually," she said, "and you must tell