then we shall come back to teach them."

"Teach them what?" asked the girl. She could make out nothing
from the mystery of that face, and besides, she did not dare to
look too closely.

"I should teach them joy," he answered simply.

They were so silent, looking at each other over the dark green
hedge, that the lizards crept back in the sunshine close to their
feet. Daphne's blue gown and smooth dark hair were outlined
against the deep green of her cypress tree. A grapevine that had
grown about the tree threw the shadow of delicate leaf and
curling tendril on her pale cheek and scarlet lips. The
expression of the heathen god as he looked at her denoted entire
satisfaction.

"I know what you would teach them," she said slowly. "You would
show them how to ignore suffering and pain. You would turn your
back on need. Oh, that makes me think that I have forgotten to
take your friend Antoli any soup lately! For three days I took
it, and then, and then--I have been worried about things."

His smile was certainly one of amusement now.

"You must pardon me for seeming to change the subject," he said.
"Why should you worry? There is nothing in life worth worrying
about."

Fine scorn crept into the girl's face.