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Updated: June 20, 2025
Although he was dressed like an Englishman, and on deck wore a straw hat with the word "Scott" inside it, he soon let them know that his name was Mahmoud Baroudi, that his native place was Alexandria, that he was of mixed Greek and Egyptian blood, and that he was a man of great energy and will, interested in many schemes, pulling the strings of many enterprises.
Almost she could see them and their disdainful movement before her. Yes, the Sphinx was fading away in the night, and Baroudi was there in front of her. His strong outline blotted out from her the outline of the Sphinx. The evening star came out, and the breeze arose again from its distant place in the sands, and whispered round the Sphinx. She shivered, and got up.
Armine opened her lips to say, "She is not going at all." They said: "I intend to get rid of her within the next few days. I always intended to get rid of her." "Yes?" "She isn't really a good maid. She doesn't understand my ways." "Or she understands them too well," said Baroudi calmly, "When she is gone, I shall burn the alum upon the coals and give it to be eaten by a dog that is black.
Her only thought was, "I'll make him give me my liberty! I'll make him give me my liberty, so that Baroudi must keep me!" "What?" he said. "You didn't believe what Isaacson told you?" she repeated. "Believe it! I turned him out!" "You fool!" she said. She moved a step nearer to him. "You fool!" she repeated. "It's true!" She snatched up the gilded box from the table. He tore it out of her hands.
Always, until now, she had felt the conviction that Baroudi had some plan in connection with her, and that quiescence on her part was necessary to its ultimate fulfilment. She had felt that she was in the web of his plan, that she had to wait, that something devised by him would presently happen she did not know what and that their intercourse would be resumed.
She went into the drawing-room, and she sank down on a sofa. He followed almost immediately. "Oh!" she said. She leaned back against the cushions, stretched out her arms, and shut her eyes. All the time she was thinking, "Baroudi is here! Baroudi is here! And I can't go to him; I can't go I can't go!"
Already her husband had ceased to exist for her. He was gone for ever with the past. Not only the river but a great gulf, never to be bridged, divided them. "Baroudi! Baroudi! Baroudi!" She could belong to Baroudi openly at last. In this moment she even forgot herself, forgot to think of her appearance. Within her there was a woman who could genuinely feel. And that woman asserted herself now.
"You have told him about me?" he said. "Not all about you! But he knows that that I made him ill, that I wished him to die. I told him, because I wanted to get away. I had to get away and be with you...." The bracelets on the arms of the Eastern girl jingled as she moved behind Mrs. Armine. "Send her away! Send her away!" Mrs. Armine repeated. "Hamza!" Baroudi called, but not loudly.
"If only I were going away for ever!" she thought, as she went about her dressing-room. "If only I were never to see my husband and Isaacson again!" And with that thought she paused and stood still. Suppose it really were so! Suppose she found Baroudi, told him all that had happened, told him her misery, begged him to let her remain with him! He might be kind.
Baroudi followed her eyes, and a smile, that had no brightness in it, flickered over his full lips, then died, leaving behind it an impassible serenity. That night, just when the moon was coming, the Loulia, gleaming with many lights, passed the garden of the Villa Androud, and soon was lost in the night, going towards the south.
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