About seven o'clock he went up to his sitting-room. A difficult and ungrateful task was before him. To facilitate her removal, he must persuade the goddess to take up a position in the saloon for the night; and, much as he had suffered from her, there was something traitorous in delivering her over to these coarse burglars. He waited until the statue showed signs of returning animation, and then said, "Good evening, mum," more obsequiously than usual. She never deigned to notice or return his salutations. "Hairdresser," she said abruptly, "I am weary of this sordid place." He was pleased, for it furthered his views. "It isn't so sordid in the saloon, where you stood the other evening, you know," he replied. "Will you step down there?" "Bah!" she said, "it is _all_ sordid. Leander, a restlessness has come upon me. I come back night after night out of the vagueness in which I have lain so long, and for what? To stand here in this mean chamber and proffer my favour, only to find it repulsed, disdained. I am tired of it--tired!" "You can't be more tired of it than I am!" he said. "I ask myself," she went on, "why, having, through your means, ascended once more to the earth, which I left so fair, I seek not those things which once delighted me. This city of yours--all that I have seen of it--revolts me; but it is vast, vaster than those built by the mortals of old. Surely somewhere there must be brightness in it and beauty, and the colour and harmony by which men knew once to delight the gods themselves. It cannot be that the gods of old are all forgotten; surely, somewhere there yet lingers a little band of faithful ones, who have not turned from Aphrodite." "I can't say, I'm sure," said Leander; "I could inquire for you." "I myself will seek for them," she said proudly. "I will go forth this very night." Leander choked. "To-night!" he cried. "You _can't_ go to-night." "You forget yourself," she returned haughtily. "If I let you go," he said hesitatingly, "will you promise faithfully to be back in half an hour?" "Do you not yet understand that you have to do with a goddess--with Aphrodite herself?" she said. "Who are you, to presume to fetter me by your restrictions? Truly, the indulgence I have shown has turned your weak brain." He put his back against the door. He was afraid of the goddess, but he was still more afraid of the burglars' vengeance if they arrived to find the prize missing. "I'm sorry to disoblige a lady," he said; "but you don't go out of this house to-night." In another minute he was lying in the fender amongst the fireirons--alone! How it was done he was too stunned to remember; but the goddess was gone. If she did not return by midnight, what would become of him? If he had only been civil to her, she might have stayed; but now she had abandoned him to certain destruction!