He saw her shiver again, but she tried to smile. Her pallor had grown no less.
"Tell me," he insisted, "was it the khitmatgar, do you think?"
"Who else could it have been? He will tell Jack Darling he saw me in your arms. And then—Hadn't you better be going? Aren't you overdue in Junnar?"
"And leave you? Never!"
"But you must," she said calmly.
"When I go you go with me. Now that I know you love me—"
"I never said I loved you. I don't. I can't. I love but one man. I know it now as never before. For just a moment I thought—" And there she stopped.
"You thought?" he questioned, suddenly agitated.
"I thought I might forget. I thought perhaps you could make me forget. I was, you see, so utterly weary of everything."
"You were right," he cried earnestly. "I can make you forget. I'll give my whole life to it. I'll—"