He lifted himself up on his elbow quickly, and fixed his eyes on hers.
“How long!”
“Yes.”
“But—do you wish to leave it? Are you tired of it?”
There was a note of sharp anxiety in his voice.
“I don’t answer such a question,” she said, smiling at him.
“Ah, then, why do you try to frighten me?”
She put her hand in his.
“How burnt you are!” she said. “You are like an Arab of the South.”
“Let me become more like one. There’s health here.”