The old man blinked at the master.
"Then there was something in that hand," he said at last.
"There was nothing," said David in triumph. "I saw the bare palm."
"It is strange."
"You are wrong. Admit it."
"I must think, David."
"Yes," said the master kindly. "Here is my hand. Rise, and come with me to your house."
They went slowly, slowly up the terrace, Abraham clinging to the arm of the master.
"Also," said David, "he has come for only a little time. He will soon be gone. Speak no more of Benjamin."
"I have already spoken almost enough," said Abraham. "You will not forget."