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"Umph I should say you'd one donkey already in your party careering around the desert with a little girl like this," he vouchsafed, and Arlee's eyes widened at his brusque nod at her. She was staring about her now with a curious interest, for all her aching tiredness, gazing wonderingly at the dazzling white walls with their strange and brilliant paintings.
You don't know how a beastly thing like that would spread. You mustn't let anyone have a hint. Not even my sister." Arlee's eyes were in shadow. Her voice came slowly. "They would think so badly of me?" "No not of you but it's the kind of thing, the impossible things A girl simply can't afford "
He stopped, looked a moment at the flushed curve of Arlee's averted face, the droop of her shadowy lashes which veiled the confusion and anger of her spirit, and then, leaning forward, his eyes still upon her, he spoke in a lower, softer tone, caressing in its inflections. "With us it is not so," he said. "We have dignity in our rejoicing, and delicacy in our love.
"Does he know her, that friend?" questioned the other and at Arlee's nod, "Then he could write it himself that is easy on telegraph paper. He is so clever, that devil, Hamdi." "But my friends knew where I was going" slowly the mind turned back to trace the blind, careless steps of that afternoon.
"But you can't expect me to take him seriously after his exploits in Cairo? He's flighty. He goes off like a rocket. He has illusions but " "If you are going to slander him because of what he did for me " Arlee's voice was shaking. "Oh, can't you see that's the key to his character!" "Yes, I do see it." She sounded triumphant now.
The gold of the sun was on Arlee's hanging hair and the morning-blue of the sky in her eyes; her face was flushed from sleep and a tiny tendril still clung to the pink cheek on which she had been sleeping.
But always in some group.... I understand that Hill told you what a couple of donkeys we made of ourselves on your account?" Anxiously he scanned her face, silver-clear in the moonlight, for signs of ridicule. But Arlee's smile was very sweet. It made the sandy-haired young man's heart quicken mysteriously. "He told me," she said. "I think it was fine of you." "Fine?
That limousine utterly routed the tiny little qualm which had been furtively worming into Arlee's thrill of adventure. Nothing very strange or out-of-the-way, she thought, could be connected with such a modern car; it presented every symptom of effete civilization.
Suddenly her voice rose in a passion of angry phrases that were indistinguishable to the girl, and then she broke off as suddenly and flung herself down upon a couch. From behind her the old woman came shuffling forth and put a hand on Arlee's arm, and Arlee felt the muscles of that hand as strong and rigid as a man's.
The old woman and the little girl had served them with a meal which would have been judged delicious in any European hotel and though Arlee's nerves were tricky her young appetite was not and she ate and talked with a determined little air of trying to dissipate the strangeness of the situation. And with the coffee came inspiration.
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