“Wait, Dion!”
“Why should we wait?”
“There’s something I must tell you before we go.”
He kept his hand on her wrist.
“Well? What is it?”
“I went to Santa Sophia to-day.”
As she spoke the Bedouin came before her again. She saw his bronze-colored arms and his bird-like eyes.
“Santa Sophia! Did you go to pray?”
She stared at him. His lips were curled in a smile.
“No,” she said. “But I like to go there sometimes. As I was coming away I met some one.”