She applied the words to his past history.
"I hope they will not be revealed so dramatically," she said.
"You never can tell," he answered.

They were in prophetic vein that morning.

They returned in silence to the cave.
"I wish to go inside, with a lamp.

May I ?" he asked.
"Certainly.

Why not ?" He had an odd trick of blushing, this bronzed man with a gnarled soul.
He could not frame a satisfactory reply, but busied himself in refilling the lamp.
"May I come too ?" she demanded.
He flung aside the temptation to answer her in kind, merely assenting, with an explanation of his design.