There probably still is God after all, although we have abolished Him.
Go on," she said to Pablo.
"This does not concern thee.
This is of people younger than thee.
Made of other material.
Get on."
Then to Robert Jordan, "Agustin is looking after thy things.
We go when he comes."
It was a clear, bright day and warm now in the sun.
Robert Jordan looked at the big, brown-faced woman with her kind, widely set eyes and her square, heavy face, lined and pleasantly ugly, the eyes merry, but the face sad until the lips moved.
He looked at her and then at the man, heavy and stolid, moving off through the trees toward the corral.
The woman, too, was looking after him.
"Did you make love?" the woman said.
"What did she say?"
"She would not tell me."
"I neither."
"Then you made love," the woman said.
"Be as careful with her as you can."
"What if she has a baby?"
"That will do no harm," the woman said.
"That will do less harm."
"This is no place for that."
"She will not stay here.
She will go with you."
"And where will I go?
I can't take a woman where I go."
"Who knows?
You may take two where you go."
"That is no way to talk."
"Listen," the woman said.
"I am no coward, but I see things very clearly in the early morning and I think there are many that we know that are alive now who will never see another Sunday."
"In what day are we?"
"Sunday."
"_Que va_," said Robert Jordan.
"Another Sunday is very far.
If we see Wednesday we are all right.
But I do not like to hear thee talk like this."
"Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said.
"Before we had religion and other nonsense.
Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone."
"We are not alone.
We are all together."
"The sight of those machines does things to one," the woman said.
"We are nothing against such machines."
"Yet we can beat them."
"Look," the woman said.
"I confess a sadness to you, but do not think I lack resolution.
Nothing has happened to my resolution."
"The sadness will dissipate as the sun rises. It is like a mist."
"Clearly," the woman said.