“Better sit down,” he said. She took her place on a rock, while he cast himself down at her feet, dividing the ferns as he lay. She felt that she had been infirm of purpose. He gave her no time to analyze her weakness.
“You are very good not to leave me in the naughty company of myself.”
“It is not goodness at all: it is self-indulgence. I am a little tired; that fish was very heavy. But you have not told me what you were looking for in the well.”
“What do you folks look for in a well?” he asked, in turn.
“Truth, I suppose. Was that what you were looking for?”
“Yes.”
“And did not find it.”
“I shall.”
“There is more water here,” she said, laughing, and then could have bitten her wicked tongue.
“Ah! we don’t look for it in shallow waters. There must be quiet for reflection.”