She availed herself but little of this permission and presently he began work again. As he proceeded carefully to replace some folds of her drapery which had fallen out of place, she moved her foot as if to draw back, but he begged her earnestly to stand still and she obeyed his request. Pollux now used his fingers and modelling tools more calmly; his gaze was less wistful and he began to talk again. "You are very pale," he said. "To be sure the lamp-light and a sleepless night have something to do with it." "I look just the same by daylight, but I am not ill." "I thought Arsinoe would have been like your mother, but now I see many features of her face in yours again. The oval of their form is the same and, in both, the line of the nose runs almost straight to the forehead; you have her eyes and the same bend of the brow, but your mouth is smaller and more sharply cut, and she could hardly have made such a heavy knot of her hair. I fancy, too, that yours is lighter than hers." "As a girl she must have had still more hair, and perhaps she may have been as fair as I was--I am brown now." "Another thing you inherit from her is that your hair, without being curly, lies upon your head in such soft waves." "It is easy to keep in order." "Are not you taller than she was?" "I fancy so, but as she was stouter she looked shorter. Will you soon have done?" "You are getting tired of standing?" "Not very." "Then have a little more patience. Your face reminds me more and more of our early years; I should be glad to see Arsinoe once more. I feel at this moment as if time had moved backwards a good piece. Have you the same feeling?" Selene shook her head. "You are not happy?" "No." "I know full well that you have very heavy duties to perform for your age." "Things go as they may." "Nay, nay. I know you do not let things go haphazard. You take care of your brothers and sisters like a mother." "Like a mother!" repeated Selene, and she smiled a bitter negative. "Of course a mother's love is a thing by itself, but your father and the little ones have every reason to be satisfied with yours." "The little ones are perhaps, and Helios who is blind, but Arsinoe does what she can." "You certainly are not content, I can hear it in your voice, and you used formerly to be as merry and happy as your sister, though perhaps not so saucy." "Formerly--" "How sadly that sounds! And yet you are handsome, you are young, and life lies before you." "But what a life!" "Well, what?" asked the sculptor, and taking his hands from his work he looked ardently at the fair pale girl before him and cried out fervently: "A life which might be full of happiness and satisfied affection." The girl shook her head in negation and answered coldly: