As for Thyone herself, she was always disposed to look on the bright side, and the thought that this vigorous young man, this artist crowned with the highest success, must remain in darkness to the end of his life, was utterly incompatible with her belief in the goodness of the gods.  But if Hermon was cured, a rare wealth of the greatest happiness awaited him in the union with Daphne.

The mood in which she found the blind man had wounded and troubled her.  Now she renewed the bandage, saying:  “How gladly I would continue to use my old hands for you, but this will be the last time in a long while that I am permitted to do this for the son of my Erigone; I must leave you to-morrow.”

Hermon clasped her hand closely, exclaiming with affectionate warmth:  “You must not go, Thyone!  Stay here, even if it is only a few days longer.”

What pleasure these words gave her, and how gladly she would have fulfilled his wish!  But it could not be, and he did not venture to detain her by fresh entreaties after she had described how her aged husband was suffering from her absence.

“I often ask myself what he still finds in me,” she said.  “True, so long a period of wedded life is a firm tie.  If I am gone and he does not find me when he returns home from inspections, he wanders about as if lost, and does not even relish his food, though the same cook has prepared it for years.  And he, who forgets nothing and knows by name a large number of the many thousand men he commands, would very probably, when I am away, join the troops with only sandals on his feet.  To miss my ugly old face really can not be so difficult!  When he wooed me, of course I looked very different.  And so—­he confessed it himself—­so he always sees me, and most plainly when I am absent from his sight.  But that, Hermon, will be your good fortune also.  All you now know as young and beautiful will continue so to you as long as this sorrowful blindness lasts, and on that very account you must not remain alone, my boy—­that is, if your heart has already decided in favour of any one—­and that is the case, unless these old eyes deceive me.”

“Daphne,” he answered dejectedly, “why should I deny that she is dear to me?  And yet, how dare the blind man take upon himself the sin of binding her young life—­”

“Stop! stop!” Thyone interrupted with eager warmth.  “She loves you, and to be everything to you is the greatest happiness she can imagine.”

“Until repentance awakes, and it is too late,” he answered gravely.  “But even were her love strong enough to share her husband’s misfortune patiently—­nay, perhaps with joyous courage—­it would still be contemptible baseness were I to profit by that love and seek her hand.”