"But how have I done wrong?" he asked. He knew very well, and he could
not dissemble bewilderment he did not feel. Cordelia's face darkened.
"Go, all you women!" she snapped. "Let no one in here."
They fled, with squeaks of dismay; now Mistress was angry! Cordelia
walked slowly toward Eodan across gleaming mosaic. Her knuckles, where
she held up the loosened ungirdled stola, were bloodlessly taut.
"If you think so little of me that you will only come on command ...
that you will drive cows till midnight rather than even ask me if that
is my wish--" She was close to him now, speaking through knotted jaws.
"Don't think I have not seen you in corners with that Phryne! If you
find me dull, you may as well go back to the fields!"
I find you not dull but a foe, he wanted to say. There is too much
blood between us.