Pallas Athene said some fine things to him--do you remember ?--when she asked him the question of which sort of man he would be." "No, I don't remember," said John Derringham.

"You must tell me now." Then Halcyone began in a soft dream voice while her eyes widened and darkened with that strange look as though she saw into another and vaster world.

"'I am Pallas Athene and I know the thoughts of all men's hearts, and discern their manhood or their baseness.

And from the souls of clay I turn away; and they are blest, but not by me.

They fatten at ease like sheep in the pasture and eat what they did not sow, like oxen in the stall.