"What have I done?" she asked. "I would not delay you. Oh, no, I would not hold any one from his journey—"
"Don't make it harder," he said abruptly. "Let us go in."
"But—nothing but misery comes to a woman for holding a man from his journey."
"How do you know that?" he asked hoarsely.
5
The second camel sprawled out of the court. He looked elongated like a dog that stretches as he walks. The man and the woman went in and took their former places at the table. It did not occur to them to move the chairs.
"I had been thinking only of myself," he said at last.
She smiled faintly, as if she had met that from men for ages and ages. Then the gray cold came again to her face.
"It's a fact," he repeated, "I was thinking only of myself—I didn't know I was like that."
"It has always been man's way to forget woman's part in a crisis—and woman's to turn to man. You don't know me at all."