They took a surface car. She sat for a minute with her eyes shut.
"Are you very tired?"
She smiled. "No, I am not tired. After all, why should it fatigue more than standing in cathedrals, walking through art galleries? But I was thinking of something.... Let us sit quietly for a while."
The minutes went by. At last she spoke. "I liked what you said, and the way you said it. Thank you."
"You do not need to thank me. Had I been less convinced, I might have spoken because you asked me to. As it is, I was willing to serve the truth."
"Ah, good!..."
There was another silence; then she began to speak of the light and thunder of the city about them, and then of a book she was reading. When they left the car it was dark—they walked westward together.
"Have you heard from Lily?"
"Yes. She and Robert are going first to the Riviera, then to Sicily."
"Both are very lovely. Why do you not change your mind and go?"