"Yes. He could not find the Cave. I directed him. Immediately after he
was fired upon."

"He can't have been hit. There are no signs of him. There, that's
lighter and better, isn't it?"

"I do not know."

She had risen, but she did not turn towards him. He came nearer to her.
The enigmatical tone struck him strangely, but he could find nothing less
commonplace to say than: "You don't prefer the exaggerated gloaming, do
you?"

"No, I do not prefer the gloaming, but why should not one be patient?"

"Be patient!" he repeated, and came nearer still. "Are you hurt or
angry?"

"I am hurt, but not angry."

"What have I done?--or is it I?"

"It is not you. You are very good. It is nobody but God. I am hurt,
because He is angry, perhaps."

"Tell me what is the matter. Look at me." He faced her now-faced her
eyes, looking blindly straight before her.

"Hugh," she said, and she put her hand out slightly, not exactly to him,
but as if to protect him from the blow which she herself must deal: "I am