“He found what is still to come?” she said.
And he repeated:
“He found what is still to come.”
Then they walked on in silence till they saw the purple blossoms of the bougainvillea clinging to the white walls of the fumoir. Domini stopped on the narrow path.
“Is he in there?” she asked almost in a whisper.
“No doubt.”
“Larbi was playing the first day I came here.”
“Yes.”
“I wish he was playing now.”
The silence seemed to her unnaturally intense.