"Why didn't you remain?
Your gay spirits would have returned untroubled after my departure." There was an ugly sound to his laugh which checked her, left her silent for a moment.

Then: "Did you disapprove of me ?" she asked, curiously.

"Was that it ?" "No.

You can take care of yourself, I fancy." "I have had to," she said, gravely.
He was silent.
She added with a light laugh not perfectly genuine: "I suppose I am experiencing with you what all mortals experience when they become entangled with the gods." "What is that ?" "Unhappiness.

All the others experienced it--Proserpine, Helen, poor little Psyche--every nice girl who ever became mixed up with the Olympians had a bad half hour of it sooner or later.