“Yes, I understand.”
“Are we—are we leaving it for ever?”
“We must not think of that.”
“How can we help it? What else can we think of? Can one govern the mind?”
“Surely, if we can govern the heart.”
“Sometimes,” he said, “sometimes I wonder——”
He looked at her. Something in her face made it impossible for him to go on, to say what he had been going to say. But she understood the unfinished sentence.
“If you can wonder, Boris,” she said, “you don’t know me, you don’t know me at all!”
“Domini,” he said, “I don’t wonder. But sometimes I understand your strength, and sometimes it seems to me scarcely human, scarcely the strength of a woman.”
She lifted her whip and pointed to the dark shadow far away.