"Ah, and what then?"
"He tells me, he went, Ursula, he just went. And—and he's never gone back."
Silence between them. He was staring out of the window now, and she leaning back in her chair, playing with her brushes.
"Ursula."
"Yes?"
"Do you know, the disciples thought him blind, too."
"Why?"
"Well, they were so sure about Jesus. They made a whole religion up about him. And the Beggar-Man never could do that. 'He took the clay that he and I were standing on,' he would say, 'and I saw. That's all I have to tell. One thing I know: whereas I was blind, now I see.'"
"'Love him, then,' said the disciples.
"'Good heavens, do you think I don't?' cried the Beggar-Man.