“Ah, yes—those black fellows. But I know something of you, Miss Enfilden—yes, I do.”
“I would rather you did—you and your garden.”
“And—some day—I should like you to know a little more of me.”
“Thank you. When will you come back?”
“I can’t tell. But you are not leaving?”
“Not yet.”
The idea of leaving Beni-Mora troubled her heart strangely.
“No, I am too happy here.”
“Are you really happy?”
“At any rate I am happier than I have ever been before.”