“Does she indeed!” said Fifine, perking her lip at me. “And that is only to flatter her with not being a blundering stupid.”
There was a goodish clustering of natives here, come up to view the sport gratis, and so we walked on to regain our cherished solitude. Long time we spent on those ramparts, utterly happy and at peace, until hunger began to remind us of the hour.
“I have not asked you,” said Fifine, as we started to retrace our steps, making lunchwards; “I don’t even know that I shall; I am not sure that I want to know; I don’t know that I care——”
“Good gracious! What is it all about?”
“What your plans are—whether you propose stopping here, or going on to—where?”
“I had meant to stay here, of course—say for a few days. We cannot feel securer than at the world’s end.”
“O!”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Only O!”
“Now, what is in your mind? But let that pass. Supposing we go and lunch before deciding anything further.”