“I mean that you answered for me before you knew where I should be.”
He got up from the straw chair on which he was sitting, almost as if he meant to go away from her and from Buyukderer at once.
“Dion, you mustn’t go,” she said inflexibly. “I can’t let you. For if you go, you will never come back.”
“How do you know that?”
“I do know it.”
They looked at each other across the fountain; his eyes fell at last almost guiltily before her steady glance.
“And you know it too,” she said.
“I may go, nevertheless. Who is to prevent me?”
She got up, went to the other side of the fountain, and put her hand behind his arm, after a quick glance round to make sure that no eyes were watching her. She pushed her hand down gently and held his wrist.
“Do you realize how badly you sometimes treat me?” she said.