Psyche's sisters didn't know he was a god, although they may have suspected it. However, they did know that Psyche's life was much happier than theirs, so that night she took a candle to her sleeping husband in order to look at him. His angelic form was exquisite. While Psyche dawdled, ogling, she dropped a bit of wax. Her rudely awakened, irate, disobeyed husband-angel-god flew away.