“Tired?” he asked.
“No,” she answered.
“We’ve been travelling over nine hours,” he said. “We shall reach Matjesfontein shortly.”
“Do we stop there?”
“Only for a minute or two. Then you will see the Karroo at night.”
“It’s night now,” she said. “But it isn’t dark.”
“It’s a clear night,” he answered. “It won’t get darker than this. See the stars, Pamela?”
She turned to look from the window.
“There is too much light in the carriage,” she said, leaning out into the warm dusk, and gazing upon the shadowed landscape which gave an impression of movement, as though it swept past the lighted train.
Dare got up and switched off the light. She turned her head quickly.