“But I need nothing—you don’t understand.”
“You nearly told me yesterday.”
“Perhaps if you hadn’t gone out of the room I should have been obliged to tell you, but not because I wished to.”
“I understood that. That is why I went out of the room and left you alone.”
For the first time Dion looked up at her. She had lifted her veil, and her haggard, refined face was turned towards him.
“Thank you,” he said.
At that moment he liked her as he had never liked her in the past.
“Can you tell me now because you wish to?”
“Here among the graves?”
“Yes.”