"
Halcyone's grave eyes never left his face. She saw the whimsical twinkle
in his but heeded it not.
"He should not have had anything to do with Medea--that is where he was
wrong," she said, "but having given her his word, he should have kept
it."
"Even though she was a witch?" Mr. Derringham asked.
"It was still his word--don't you see? Her being a witch did not alter
his word. He did not give it because she was or was not a witch--but
because he himself wanted to at the time, I suppose; therefore, it was
binding."
"A man should always keep his word, even to a woman, then?" and John
Derringham smiled finely.
"Why not to a woman as well as a man?" Halcyone asked surprised. "You do
not see the point at all it seems. It is not to whom it is you give your
word--it is to you it matters that you keep it, because to break it
degrades yourself."
"You reason well, fair nymph," he said gallantly; he was frankly amused.
"What may your age be? A thousand years more or less will not make any
difference!"
"You may laugh at me if you like," said Halcyone, and she smiled; his
gayety was infectious, "but I am not so very young.
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