"I will go home alone," she added.

"You two can drive together." The Wanderer inclined his head in assent, but said nothing.

Israel Kafka's dark eyes rested upon hers for a moment.
"Why not go together ?" he asked.
Unorna started slightly and turned as though about to make a sharp answer.

But she checked herself, for the Wanderer was looking at her.
She spoke to him instead of answering Kafka.
"It is the best arrangement--do you not think so ?" she asked.
"Quite the best." "I shall be gratified if you will bring me word of him," she said, glancing at Kafka.
The Wanderer was silent as though he had not heard.
"Have you been in pain?
Do you feel as though you had been suffering ?" she asked of the younger man, in a tone of sympathy and solicitude.
"No.

Why do you ask ?" Unorna smiled and looked at the Wanderer, with intention.