"What had you planned?" she asked more gently after a moment.
"To tell him--yonder in the house," he said guiltily, "but I did not dare until I had spoken to you."
"That is impossible, Herr Markov," she said. "We must go on."
"Tonight?"
"Yes. You shall sit and I shall walk----"
"But it is raining----"
"We must go on----"
"But what shall I tell them yonder?"
"Tell them--nothing. Let us go." She had clambered down and stood beside him. He seemed bewildered by the disaster and when she caught his hand he pressed her fingers gently but aimlessly, as though their common misfortune had robbed him of all initiative. Tanya's voice aroused him. "Come," she urged. "We must go on--further."
"There is no one that I know within ten kilometers----"