His smile, rare enough, was singularly sweet.
"I don't think about it," he said.

"It is best not to when anything is disagreeable." "Cheiron and I often tell one another things like that." "Cheiron--who is Cheiron ?" he asked.
This seemed a superfluous question to Halcyone.
"The Professor, of course.

He is just like the picture in my 'Heroes,'" she answered, "and I often pretend we are in the cave on Pelion.

I thought you would perhaps be like one of the others since you were his pupil, too, but I cannot find which.

You are not Heracles--because you have none of those great muscles--or AEneas or Peleus.