Your father is alive ?" "Yes." "And he is not to know that you work here ?" Selene shook her head.
"He is in moderate circumstances, but of good family ?" "Yes." "Here, I think, is the doctor.

Well?
May I know your father's name?
I must if I am to get you safe home." "I am the daughter of Keraunus, the steward of the palace, and we have rooms there, at Lochias," Selene answered, with rapid decision, but in a low whisper, so that the physician, who just then opened the room door, might not hear her.

"No one, and least of all, my father, must know that I work here." The widow made a sign to her to be easy, greeted the grey-haired leech who came in with his assistant; and then, while the old man examined the injured limb, and cut the straps with a sharp pair of scissors, she bathed the girl's face and cut head with a wet handkerchief, supported the poor child in her arms, and, when the pain seemed too much for her, kissed her pale cheeks.
Many sighs from the bottom of her heart, and many shrill little cries betrayed how intense was the pain Selene was enduring.

When at length, her delicate and graceful foot-distorted just now by the extensive swelling,--was freed from the bands and straps, and the ankle had been felt and pressed in every direction by the leech, he exclaimed, turning to the assistant who stood ready to lend a helping hand: "Look here, Hippolytus, the girl came along the streets with her ankle in this state.

If any one else had told me of such a thing, I should have desired him to keep his lies to himself.