"Shall you go again, Tristram Tristram?"
"I don't know—I don't know."
They went on in silence. There was no sound but the song of the water and the swish of the grass at their feet. Presently she drew rein.
"We are near the bridge; I can hear voices, and I want to say good-bye to you now. I want to thank you. I have made my experience, and climbed higher."
He looked up at her with a wistful smile.
"I don't know about that—I don't know what I have done. I do know that I have grown frightened for you. I've been thinking of infection and cheetahs on the home road and all the horrors I don't believe in. I wish I could go with you to Gaya."
"There is nothing to fear, Tristram Tristram. And you will come to Gaya tomorrow or the next day or next week and I shall play to you Beethoven, Chopin, Brahms—all the most wonderful music in the world. I shall open new doors for you and new worlds——"
He shook his head.
"There's cholera out in Bjura."
"Still you will come——" she answered.