“Then I think you should keep it.”
“Why? Are you afraid?” he asked.
“Of what?”
“That it might bring bad luck.”
He laughed ironically, as he flipped and caught the scarab, with a flick of his wrist.
“What is it you want?” I asked, coming directly to the point.
“To be treated with respect, Rhodopis and I—not criticized.”
“Do I say too much?”
“I don’t like your tongue.” He was scowling now.
“Nor I your woman’s!”