"Tender-hearted?"
"Didn't you know?"
"No, I never knew."
"She used to cry when the leaves fell from the trees.... You didn't know your wife well?"
"No, sir, I did not."
"Well, she is gone, Zan.... Where, one doesn't know.... What will become of her, one doesn't know. Destiny is like a blind camel. He doesn't know against what he stumbles. We do not see him come.... Only when the harm is done, do we say: We might have listened for the tinkle of his bell.... Eh, one is young and does everything and sees nothing. One is old and sees everything and does nothing. There is no mystery ... only ignorance...."
"You say she was very tender-hearted, my uncle. I didn't know.... I thought of her as something else...."
"Son Zan, you had better forget her in another woman. Listen son, I will give you Aziyed in marriage, my own daughter. She is just as pretty and younger and not so foolish as Fenzile."
"Oh, no, sir. No!"
"Well, I don't blame you."