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ARIADNE. 179" Is that aU that you know! Great! AVhatuse is that ? Icould not kdl the ape and theasp. Perhaps he would not haveleft me ifIhadbeen foolish and like other women."Ilike an idiot cried out,—"You blaspheme, and against yourself! Thegods' gifts are greater than his. You have theclue and the sword. How can you care ? Lethimperish, the ingrate and fool! "The look in her eyes grew darker and deeperwith sadness and scorn. She turned from mewith almost aversion." Ihave only createdit that he maysee it,andthat others maystill see his face whenIshallhave been dead a thousand years; for it will beof him they wiU think, not of me."Then she was silent, andIcould have spokenmad words against him, butIdared not; andIthought of the Daphne of Borghese with thelaurel growing out of her breast, the laurel thatalways is bitter, and that hurts when it springsfrom the heart of a woman."Oh, my dear,"Isaid humbly to her, "begrateful; you have the gifts that a million of>" 2