“‘Look here, Virginius,’ he exclaimed, ‘is this meant for me?’
“Now my husband, though most serious as a rule when down on earth, could not repress a smile, and I, in heaven, listening, laughed aloud in pure amusement, unmindful of the darkening future.
“‘I don’t know,’ he answered. ‘But I think there is a resemblance somewhere.’
“‘Then,’ said Plucritus, ‘if this fool understands me no better than this it’s time her eyes were opened.’
“I ceased to laugh, for I had known him many centuries, and though at times generous enough and noble enough when dealing with us, I have never known him relent one atom in his dealing with humanity.
“‘You should blame Genius,’ urged my husband.
“‘Oh! I will blame as many as you wish. The more the merrier. Will you give me his address?’
“‘I do not know it,’ Virginius replied.
“‘Perhaps when this comes out he will take refuge with you.’
“‘We are not a Camp of Refuge,’ Virginius rejoined coldly. ‘Simply a haven of comparative rest.’