She did not at once reply. Then, suddenly, she turned and looked at him. "What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"I don't know. There seems nothing to do."
"I thought the blind beggar saw beauty so wonderfully. Didn't it fill his life?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. The room hung very still.
"Then you don't know what you're going to do?" she asked again at last.
"No."
"Come with Muriel and me to Africa."
"What?"
"I thought that would startle you. We only fixed it definitely this morning. Muriel's brother is an assistant commissioner or something of that sort in Basutoland, and he's given her an open invitation to visit him. Yesterday, too, she was asked to go out and address some series of meetings in the Cape and Natal. I should like to see the country and paint. So we settled this morning to go together—about June. Come too."
"Could I?"