“In the desert.”
“Did the Diviner—? No, don’t tell me.”
She got up too.
“It is time for you to start?”
“Nearly.”
A sort of constraint had settled over them. She felt it painfully for a moment. Did it proceed from something in his mind or in hers? She could not tell. They walked slowly down one of the little paths and presently found themselves before the room in which sat the purple dog.
“If I am never to come back I must say good-bye to him,” the Count said.
“But you will come back.”
“That voice said ‘No.’”
“It was a lying voice.”