“That perhaps you will not come back, that perhaps the desert will keep you.”
“And my garden?”
She looked out across the tiny sand-path and the running rill of water to the great trees stirred by the cool breeze of dawn.
“It would miss you.”
After a moment, during which his bright eyes followed hers, he said:
“Do you know, I have a great belief in the intuitions of good women?”
“Yes?”
“An almost fanatical belief. Will you answer me a question at once, without consideration, without any time for thought?”
“If you ask me to.”
“I do ask you.”