"Oh, you must have heard," said Margaret impatiently. "She married a Kafir; it 's been in the papers."
"Yes," he said, "I remember now."
"I told them all, in here, a long time ago, that in some city of the future there would be a monument to her, with the inscription: 'She felt the future in her bones.' But while she lives they 'll make her suffer; they 'll never forgive her. I wish I could have met her before I go."
There was a brief pause. "Why?" asked Kamis then, in a low voice.
"Why? Because she 'd understand, of course. I 'd like to talk to her and tell her about you. Don't you see?" Margaret laughed a little. "I could tell her about it as though it were all quite natural and ordinary, and she 'd understand."
She heard the Kafir move but he did not reply at once.
"Perhaps she would," he said. "However, you 're not going to meet her, so it does n't matter."
"But," said Margaret, puzzled at the lack of responsiveness in his tone and words, "don't you think she was splendid? She must have known the price she would have to pay; but it didn't frighten her. Don't you think it was fine?"
"Well," Kamis answered guardedly; "I suppose she knew what she was about."
"Then," persisted Margaret, "you don't think it was fine?"