He was a fine old man with a splendid presence, his gray hair was longer than is usual and a silvery beard flowed over his chest. Halcyone at once likened him to Cheiron in the picture of him in her volume of Kingsley's -Heroes.- They stared at one another and the old man rose and came to the window. Halcyone did not move. -Who are you, little girl?- he said. -And what do you want?- -I want to know who you are, and why you have come here?- she answered fearlessly. -I am Halcyone, you know.- The old man smiled. -That ought to tell me everything, - he said, gravely, -but unfortunately it does...