“And you knew we should meet again?”
“Did not you?”
He nodded.
“In the heart of the desert. And you—where are you going? You are not returning to civilisation?”
“I don’t know. I have no plans. I want to do what my husband wishes.”
“And he?”
“He loves the desert. He has suggested our buying an oasis and setting up as date merchants. What do you think of the idea?”
She spoke with a smile, but her eyes were serious, even sad.
“I cannot judge for others,” he answered.
When he got up to go he held her hand fast for a moment.