“I don’t think—I am sure he doesn’t know. But what does it matter? The awful thing is that he should leave the monastery after taking the eternal vows—vows made to God.”
After a moment, during which neither of them spoke and Androvsky stood quite still in the sand, she added:
“Poor man!”
Androvsky came a step towards her, then paused.
“Why do you say that, Domini?”
“I was thinking of the agony he must be enduring if he is still alive.”
“Agony?”
“Of mind, of heart. You—I know, Boris, you can’t feel with me on certain subjects—yet—”
“Yet!” he said.
“Boris”—she got up and came to the tent door, but not out upon the sand—“I dare to hope that some day perhaps——”