“Poor foolish thing!”
She was incalculably older and wiser than this irrational boy. She was the essence of wisdom.
She said, with acid detachment:
“But your luggage, your belongings? What an idea to leave in this manner! It is so polite, so sensible!”
“I shall not return.”
“Of course,” she said, “I do not at all understand why you are going. But what does that matter? You are going.” Her indifference was superb. It was so superb that it might have driven some men to destroy her on the spot.
“Yes, you understand! I told you last night,” said Musa, overflowing with emotion.
“Oh! You told me? I forget.”
“Naturally Monsieur Gilman is rich. I am not rich, though I shall be. But you can’t wait,” Musa sneered.
“I do not know what you mean,” said Audrey.