"Dio?" the visitor asked at last.
"Yes. And who are you?"
She made no answer; but raising her left eyebrow and shrugging her shoulders, asked again:
"What were you doing here? Praying?"
"No .... simply looking at the figure...."
"But why were you kneeling, then?"
Dio blushed in confusion. The child lifted her eyebrow again and shrugged her shoulders.
"You don't want to tell me? Very well, don't."
She went up to the couch and picked up from it the gazelle skin which she had taken off when she came into the room.
"It is cold and damp in your room. You don't know how to keep a fire in," she said, wrapping herself up. "Well, aren't you going to say anything? I want to talk to you."