Through the golden sunshine and beneath the blue sky, they went on the next day, until with a nod she chose her place to stop for lunch, until with another nod, as the sun was getting low, she chose her place to stop for the night. This time they did not ask to know even the name of the village. It was his suggestion.
"Because," he explained, "that makes it seem as if we were trying to get somewhere. And we are n't, are we?"
"Wherever we are, we are," she nodded gayly.
"It is n't even important that we get to Étois," he insisted.
"Not in the slightest," she agreed. "Only, if we keep on going we'll get to the sea, won't we?"
"Then we can either skirt the shore or take a boat and cross the sea. It's all one."
"All one! You make me feel as if I had wings."
"Then you're happy?"
"Very, very happy, Monte. And you?"
"Yes," he answered abruptly.