A shadow had passed across her face.

She was very young and really very unsophisticated, and it may be that already the idea had presented itself, however faintly, that his might be the voice to call her into the promised land.

Certain it is that after that silence some glory seemed to have passed from the summer evening.
"It is a fairy story and yet it is true," he went on, almost humbly.
"Somehow, no one will believe it.

Will you try ?" "I will try," she promised.
Afterwards, he held the two beans in the palm of his hand and she turned them over curiously.
"Tell me again what your wife is like ?" she asked.
He told her the pitiless truth and then there was a long silence.

As he stood before her, a little breath of wind passed over the garden.