And upon a rough set of shelves close at hand many more volumes reposed.
"So it is here you live and work, you wise, lonely, little Pallas Athene," 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 Athene'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 me of what she makes you think." John Derringham was growing interested by now, but had no idea in the world of the marvel he was going to see.

He started more perceptibly than even Mr.Carlyon had done seven years before, when he had realized the superlative beauty of the Greek head.
Halcyone uncovered it reverently, and then took a step back, and waited silently for him to speak.
He looked long into the marvelous face, and then he said as though he were dreaming: "Aphrodite herself!" "Ah! I felt you would know and recognize her at once--Yes, that is her name.