“Boris, you never wished to stay here. You meant to stay here for me. Let us go away from Amara. Let us go to-day, now, in the dawn.”
“Us!” he said.
There was a profound amazement in his voice.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Away from Amara—you and I—together?”
“Yes, Boris, together.”
“Where—where can we go?”
The amazement seemed to deepen in his voice. His eyes were watching her with an almost fierce intentness. In a flash of insight she realised that, just then, he was wondering about her as he had never wondered before, wondering whether she was really the good woman at whose feet his sin-stricken soul had worshipped. Yes, he was asking himself that question.
“Boris,” she said, “will you leave yourself in my hands? We have talked of our future life. We have wondered what we should do. Will you let me do as I will, let the future be as I choose?”
In her heart she said “as God chooses.”