“Do you intend staying here in this wilderness?”
“Yes, for some little time. Sooner or later, mother and I shall return to the Gurara Oasis, where I was born.”
“You mean you will never leave the desert?” Carl asked anxiously.
“No, not that I know of. I do not care for European life.”
“Well, then, how about America, New York?”
“I confess I do like New York, with its shops, and plays and excitement. Oh, yes, I like those funny little places in Greenwich Village, I believe you call it.”
“Oh, that ‘nut section.’ They are rather unconventional there. Who took you there?”
“My friend, Mrs. O’Brien, myself and two men friends of hers visited it one night, strolling from place to place. We had dinner and danced at the ‘Greenwich Village Inn’ and went also to the ‘Black Cat’ and the ‘Pirates’ Den’—the pirates there were rather tame, though.”
“Wouldn’t you like to return to America, to New York, to the Village, in company of a great admirer of yours?”
“I do not know who that could be,” turning her head away from him.