She answered without turning her head:—
“You have offended Sado-ko.”
He could not answer that strange, inexplicable remark, so kept silent for a space. Then:
“Masago, pray you turn your pretty head this way.”
She moved it petulantly.
He raised himself upon his elbow.
“Masago!”
She did not answer.
“Well, then, if you will treat me so, and will not come to me like a most dutiful affianced wife, why I, though ill, shall come to you.” He made a threatening stir. At that she started toward him, anxiety for his health stronger than her childish petulance.
“No, no, do not move,” she said. “I—I will come to you if—if you desire it.”