"Good-bye," said John. And when she was halfway through the tunnel-like
passage, "I suppose you know you are leaving me to a day as barren as
the Desert of Sahara?" he called after her.
"Oh, who can tell what a day may bring forth?" called she, but without
looking back.
For a long while John's faculties were kept busy, trying to determine
whether that was a promise, a menace, or a mere word in the air.