I was only a convenience by the way. He's preparing to leave and you're preparing to leave."
"You think," she inquired, "we are preparing to leave together—Mr. Tinker and I?"
"I don't know. Possibly not. But wherever he goes, I think"
"You think he'll find me in Tunis, perhaps, at the end of his automobile journey?"
"I should think it very probable, Madame Momoro."
"And if he did, that is your affair?"
"Not at all!"
To his astonishment tears appeared in her eyes; but they were tears of anger. "You see you have the power to incense me," she said. "I must use a harsh word: it is your stupidity that does it—that unbelievable stupidity women ought to expect from jealous men, but never do, because it is unbelievable. You say it is not your affair what I do, and at the same time you make it your affair by accusing me. You are not in love with me; you say all that angers you is my destruction of your 'ideal' of me, and you stand here looking at me like Death, furious with me because you comprehend no more what is in your own heart than you do what is in mine."
