To a room that you know not of, a little room; you must stoop, master.
O, and then?
To the river, master.
The river! But there’s no boat there.
Under the golden willow, master.
Even so, under the branches.
Is it come to that? . . . No, Daoud, all this is unnecessary. It can’t come to that.
If ever I come before you bearing two oars, in that hour, master, it is necessary.
But you will not come. It will never come to that.
A wise man can stop things before they get as far as that.
They that were kings in Babylon were wise men, master.
Babylon! But that was thousands of years ago.
Man changes not, master.
Well, Daoud, I will trust you, and if it ever comes to that . . .
I thought Daoud was gone.
Even now I go, gracious lady.
[Exit Daoud. Rather strained silence with John and Miralda till he goes. She goes and retakes herself comfortable on the cushions. He is not entirely at ease.]
You had a long talk with Daoud.
Yes, he came and talked a good deal.
O, just talk; you know these Eastern people.
I thought it was something you were discussing with him.