Severnius and I ate our breakfast alone the following morning. The Supreme Sorceress did not get up, nor did she go down town to attend to business at all during the day. At lunch time she sent her maid down to tell Severnius that she had a headache.
“Quite likely,” he returned, as the girl delivered her message; “but I am sorry to hear it. If there is anything I can do for her, tell her to let me know.”
The girl made her obeisance and vanished.
“We have to pay for our fun,” said Severnius with a sigh.
“I should not think your sister would indulge in such ‘fun’!” I retorted as a kind of relief to my hurt sensibilities, I was so cruelly disappointed in Elodia.
“Why my sister in particular?” returned he with a look of surprise.
“Well, of course, I mean all those women,—why do they do such things? It is unwomanly, it—it is disgraceful!”
I could not keep the word back, and for the first time I saw a flash of anger in my friend’s eyes.
“Come,” said he, “you must not talk like that! That term may have a different signification to you, but with us it means an insult.”