"What is it?"
"Why did you not ask before?"
"I could not ask. Now it makes no difference."
"But why?"
Again and again, through their solitary afternoon, as they waited, now silent, now questioning each other, he returned to his query without success. At five o'clock, perceiving in her body an involuntary shudder, he said:
"You're not afraid of to-morrow?"
"No. So many others have gone." She had a superstitious idea of God and another world, confused, simple, and sufficient. Thinking of Javogues, she added: "The abbé said I should be saved. Do you believe it?"
"Yes," he answered, respecting her faith. "I shall not fear, either."
"I know," she answered dreamily.