She forgot to think of it.
She only looked at his white pearls.
She couldn’t think of anything else.
The Rajah told Paula of how his ancestors had obtained these pearls from afar.
How they had sought for them.
How they had fought for them.
This one had been in the eye of a Buddha.
That one had been the cause of a battle.
And so on, and on, and on....
Then he stopped speaking of—pearls.