“Not now,” she answered. “Not yet.”
“We are to journey on day by day like this, and I am not to know where we are going! I cannot, Domini—I will not.”
“Boris, I shall tell you.”
“When?”
“Will you trust me, Boris, completely? Can you?”
“How?”
“Boris, I have prayed so much for you that at last I feel that I can act for you. Don’t think me presumptuous. If you could see into my heart you would see that—indeed, I don’t think it would be possible to feel more humble than I do in regard to you.”
“Humble—you, Domini! You can feel humble when you think of me, when you are with me.”
“Yes. You have suffered so terribly. God has led you. I feel that He has been—oh, I don’t know how to say it quite naturally, quite as I feel it—that He has been more intent on you than on anyone I have ever known. I feel that His meaning in regarding to you is intense, Boris, as if He would not let you go.”
“He let me go when I left the monastery.”