“I should like to know, too,” Domini said quietly. “And I feel as if it was the desert that was going to teach me.”
“The desert—how?”
“I don’t know.”
He pointed again to the mirage.
“But that’s what there is in the desert.”
“That—and what else?”
“Is there anything else?”
“Perhaps everything,” she answered. “I am like you. I want to know.”
He looked straight into her eyes and there was something dominating in his expression.
“You think it is the desert that could teach you whether the world holds anything but a mirage,” he said slowly. “Well, I don’t think it would be the desert that could teach me.”