“Are you leaving us?” she faltered.
“Yes, I am leaving you.”
Miriam turned aside and picked up the cloth, then answered, “Well, the work is done, or will be in a few minutes; so if you think it worth the trouble, take it.”
“That is my intention. The price I will settle with your uncles.”
She nodded. “Yes, yes, but if you will permit me, I should like to pack it myself, so that it comes to no harm upon the journey. Also with your leave I will retain the model, which by right belongs to you. I am not pleased with this marble; I wish to make another.”
“The marble is perfect; but keep the model if you will. I am very glad that you should keep it.”
She glanced at him, a question in her eyes, then looked away.
“When do you go?” she asked.
“Three hours after noon. My task is finished, my report—which is to the effect that the Essenes are a most worthy and harmless people who deserve to be encouraged, not molested—is written. Also I am called hence in haste by a messenger who reached me from Jerusalem an hour ago. Would you like to know why?”
“If it pleases you to tell me, yes.”