I thank you." "To-morrow; yes," he argued, seizing upon a discussion for an excuse to remain, "but the next day, and the next five days, what shall you do ?" "Perchance," she said gravely, "God will send us another stranger of a generous heart, with more than he needs for himself." Not likely, indeed, he thought, would such beauty as hers go hungry as long as there were hearts in the wilderness as impressionable as his.
But the thought of another than himself providing for her did not make him happy.
There was nothing more to be said, but he did not go.

In his face gathered signs of his interest in her identity.
"Is there more that I can do for you ?" he asked.

"Have you friends in Jerusalem?
I will bear your messages gladly." But it was a grateful privilege which she had to refuse with reluctance.

If her husband awaited her in Jerusalem, he must wait, rather than be informed of the cause of her delay at peril of exposing his presence in the city.

She shook her head.
"There is nothing more," she added.