CHAPTER XVIII.
PERIL Shelia, standing by the lamplit table and resting one slim hand on the edge of it, waited for Hamil to give the signal for separation.
Instead he said: "Are you really sleepy ?" "No." "Then--" "I dare not--to-night." "For any particular reason ?" "For a thousand....

One is that I simply can't believe you are really going North to-morrow.

Why do you ?" She had asked it nearly a thousand times.
"I've got to begin Portlaw's park; and, besides, my work here is over--" "Is that all you care about me?
Oh, you are truly like the real Ulysses: "Now toils the hero, trees on trees o'erthrown Fall crackling round him, and the forests groan!" Do you remember, in the Odyssey, when poor Calypso begs him to remain?
"Thus spoke Calypso to her god-like guest: 'This shows thee, friend, by old experience taught, And learn'd in all the wiles of human thought, How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! Thus wilt thou leave me?
Are we thus to part?
Is Portlaw's Park the passion of thy heart ?'" Laughing, he answered in the Grecian verse: "Whatever the gods shall destine me to bear, 'Tis mine to master with a constant mind; Inured to peril, to the worst resigned, Still I can suffer; their high will be done." From the soft oval of her face the smile faded, but her voice was still carelessly gay: "And so he went away.

But, concerning his nymph, Calypso, further Homer sayeth not.

Yet--in the immortal verse it chanced to be he, not she, who was--married....