DAVID.
Shutting his eyes.
The cypress trees have turned dark—there will be a storm to-night, Nullius. We should have remained at the stone pit: it was dark and quiet there, and I slept like a man with clear conscience.
Grumbling.
But why are you silent, Nullius? Or am I to speak all alone, as if I were already in the desert?
NULLIUS.
I am searching.
DAVID.
With dissatisfaction.
What else is there to search for? We have searched enough to-day, and we jumped like trained dogs. I felt ashamed, Nullius, when I climbed the fences like a little boy stealing apples. You had better come over here and tell me something about your wanderings. I am too tired to sleep.