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We found gazelle, and so I hope I hope you will have a fairly good dinner." The words could scarcely have been more ordinary, but the way in which they were uttered was so strange, sounded indeed so forced, and so unnatural, that both De Trevignac and Domini looked at the speaker in surprise. There was a pause. Then Batouch and Ouardi came in with the soup. "Come!" Domini said. "Let us begin.
Batouch, resigned to the inevitable, had put the cook upon his mettle. Ouardi was already to be seen with a bottle of Pommery in each hand, and was only prevented from instantly uncorking them by the representations of his mistress and an elaborate exposition of the peculiar and evanescent virtues of champagne.
She was startled by his appearance, for she had not heard his step, and had been companioned by a sense of irreparable solitude. This was the first time she had seen him since he vanished from the garden on the previous day. "You are going out, Madame?" he said. "Yes." "Not alone?" "I believe so. Unless I find Batouch below." She slipped the revolver into the pocket of the loose coat she wore.
"The Arabs have a saying: 'The desert is the garden of Allah." Domini did not ascend the tower of the hotel that morning. She had seen enough for the moment, and did not wish to disturb her impressions by adding to them. So she walked back to the Hotel du Desert with Batouch.
"I am waiting to show the village to Madame," said Batouch, coming out softly into the road, while Hadj remained under the trees, exposing his teeth in a sarcastic grin, which plainly enough conveyed to Domini his pity for her sad mistake in not engaging him as her attendant. Domini nodded, went back into her room and put on a shady hat.
For the Arabs, yes, but for a great lady of the most respectable England! Madame will be red with disgust, with anger. Madame will have mal-au-coeur." Batouch began to look like an idol on whose large face the artificer had carved an expression of savage ferocity. "Madame is my client," he said fiercely. "Madame trusts in me."
Domini exclaimed, as she looked down the road to the point where its whiteness was lost in the moving ocean of the trees. Batouch assented without enthusiasm, having always lived in the light. "As we return from the garden we will visit the tower," he said, pointing to the Moorish palace. "It is a hotel, and is not yet open, but I know the guardian.
Don't come for me this afternoon, but bring round a horse, if you can find one, to-morrow morning." "This very evening I will " "No, Batouch. I said to-morrow morning." She spoke with a quiet but inflexible decision which silenced him. Then she gave him ten francs and went into the dark house, from which the burning noonday sun was carefully excluded.
By his side sat a very tall young negro with a humorous pointed nose, dressed in primrose yellow. He grinned at Batouch out of the mist, which accentuated the coal-black hue of his whimsical, happy face. "That is the Agha's son with Mabrouk." They turned aside from the road and came into a long tunnel formed by mimosa trees that met above a broad path.
"What are they doing?" he said to Domini, uneasily. In his present condition everything roused in him anxiety. In every unusual action he discerned the beginning of some tragedy which might affect his life. "I told Batouch to put our tents on the other side of the bordj," she answered. "Yes. But why?"
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