He did not answer her, but said:
“My fate has come to pass. Do you not care to know what it is?”
“Yes, do tell me.”
She spoke earnestly. She felt a change in him, a great change which as yet she did not understand fully. It was as if he had been a man in doubt and was now a man no longer in doubt, as if he had arrived at some goal and was more at peace with himself than he had been.
“I have become a Mohammedan,” he said simply.
“A Mohammedan!”
She repeated the words as a person repeats words in surprise, but her voice did not sound surprised.
“You wonder?” he asked.
After a moment she answered:
“No. I never thought of such a thing, but I am not surprised. Now you have told me it seems to explain you, much that I noticed in you, wondered about in you.”