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Then you can be a slave, and have quiet nights. If you are rich, effendi, remember my brother. Good-night, effendi. May sacrifices be yours... and My Lady says good-night." Kingsley gave her a gold-piece and went down to Foulik Pasha. As they steamed away Kingsley looked in vain to the house on the shore. There was no face at window or door, no sign of life about the place.
The Pasha responded, followed by his men, but presently turned and, before Dicky could intervene for he wanted Kingsley to make his own revelation said courteously: "May the truth of Allah be with you, I will await you at the boat, Kingsley Bey." Dicky did not turn round, but, with a sharp exclamation of profanity, drew Foulik Pasha on his imbecile way.
I didn't know he knew you personally, till you two met on that veranda at Assiout, and " "And you made it difficult for him to explain at once I remember." "I'm afraid I did. I've got a nasty little temper at times, and I had a chance to get even. Then things got mixed, and Foulik Pasha upset the whole basket of plums.
"I fancy they want to see me," he said. He recognised the officer Foulik Pasha of the Khedive's household. The Pasha salaamed. Dicky drew over to the lady, with a keen warning glance at Kingsley. The Pasha salaamed again, and Kingsley responded in kind. "Good-day to you, Pasha," he said. "May the dew of the morning bring flowers to your life, Excellency," was the reply.
"Well, my bold bey," said Donovan Pasha to him at last, "what do you think of Egypt now?" "I'm not thinking of Egypt now." "Did the lady deeply sympathise? Did your prescription work?" "You know it didn't. Nothing worked. This fool Foulik came at the wrong moment." "It wouldn't have made any difference. You see you were playing with marked cards, and that is embarrassing.
"I trust you may yet be the victim of your own conduct." "In more ways than one, maybe. Don't you think, now that the tables are turned, that you might have mercy on 'a prisoner and a captive'?" She looked at him inquiringly, then glanced towards the shore where Dicky stood talking with Foulik Pasha. Her eyes came back slowly and again asked a question. All at once intelligence flashed into them.
"I trust you may yet be the victim of your own conduct." "In more ways than one, maybe. Don't you think, now that the tables are turned, that you might have mercy on 'a prisoner and a captive'?" She looked at him inquiringly, then glanced towards the shore where Dicky stood talking with Foulik Pasha. Her eyes came back slowly and again asked a question. All at once intelligence flashed into them.
"Well, my bold bey," said Donovan Pasha to him at last, "what do you think of Egypt now?" "I'm not thinking of Egypt now." "Did the lady deeply sympathise? Did your prescription work?" "You know it didn't. Nothing worked. This fool Foulik came at the wrong moment." "It wouldn't have made any difference. You see you were playing with marked cards, and that is embarrassing.
What would he, Dicky Donovan, do? He knew by the look in Kingsley's eyes that it was time for him to go. He moved down to Foulik Pasha, and, taking his arm, urged him towards the shore with a whispered word.
"Because there were no orders and Foulik Pasha was sleepless with anxiety lest the prisoner should escape, fearing your Highness's anger, I gave orders and trusted your Highness to approve." Ismail saw a mystery in the words, and knew that it was all to be part of Dicky's argument in the end. "So be it, Excellency," he said, "thou hast breathed the air of knowledge, thine actions shine.
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