“I think we had better return,” she said, pausing in the last patch of shade.
Von Ibn looked at his watch.
“Yes,” he said, “we must; déjeuner is there now.”
So they turned down into the town, taking another of the steep, little streets, so as to vary the scenery of their route. After a little he spoke again.
“And you are sure that you go Monday?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“To Zurich, and then to where?”
“Then to Constance.”
“And then?”
“I do not know where we shall go next.”