Zo, staring hard at him, got off his knee; retired to a little distance to think; and stood staring at him again.
He quietly repeated the question. Zo answered this time—as she had formerly answered Teresa in the Gardens. “I don’t know.”
He turned again to Carmina, in a slow, puzzled way. “I don’t know either,” he said.
Hearing the big man own that he was no wiser than herself, Zo returned to him—without, however, getting on his knee again. She clasped her chubby hands under the inspiration of a new idea. “Let’s play at something,” she said to Benjulia. “Do you know any games?”
He shook his head.
“Didn’t you know any games, when you were only as big as me?”
“I have forgotten them.”
“Haven’t you got children?”
“No.”
“Haven’t you got a wife?”