She repeated the word slowly. There was a reluctant and yet fascinated sound in her voice.
“There is melody in the name,” he said.
“Yes. Has he—has he ever looked in the sand for you?”
“Once—a long time ago.”
“May I—dare I ask if he found truth there?”
“He found nothing for all the years that have passed since then.”
“Nothing!”
There was a sound of relief in her voice.
“For those years.”
She glanced at him and saw that once again his face had lit up into ardour.