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"There's one thing I must say I should love to do before we go away from Egypt," she said, slowly. She seemed to be led or even forced to say it. "What's that?" "I should love to go up the Nile on a dahabeeyah." "Then you shall. When we leave here and pass through Cairo, I'll pick out a boat, and we'll send it up to Luxor, go on board there, and then sail for Assouan.
"So I gave way and in the end we went to Egypt together with Lady Longden, who insisted upon accompanying us although she is a wretched sailor. At Cairo a large dahabeeyah that I had hired in advance, manned by an excellent crew and a guard of four soldiers, was awaiting us. In it we started up the Nile.
Armine's obvious terror at his appearance; her lies, her omission to tell him her husband was ill until she realized that he Isaacson had already heard of the illness in Luxor; her pretence that his dangerous malady was only a slight indisposition caused by grief at the death of Lord Harwich; her endeavor to prevent Isaacson from coming on board the Loulia; the note she had sent by the felucca; his walk by night on the river bank till he came to the dahabeeyah, his eavesdropping, and how the words he overheard decided him to insist on seeing Nigel; the interview with Mrs.
And I told him about the dahabeeyah, what a marvel it is, and about Baroudi, and how Ibrahim put Baroudi up to the idea of letting it to us." "I see." "How these chairs creak!" he said. "Yours is making a regular row." She got up. "You aren't going down again?" "No. Let us walk about." "All right."
"I must stay with him till he sleeps," she almost whispered as Isaacson was going. She was bending slightly over the bed. Some people might have thought that she looked like the sick man's guardian angel, but Isaacson felt an intense reluctance to leave the dahabeeyah that night. He looked at Mrs.
The day was beginning to decline; the boatmen's voices died away; Hassan, in obedience to Ibrahim's order, brought out tea to his mistress in the garden. When he had finished arranging it, he stood near her for a moment, looking across the water to Baroudi's big white dahabeeyah, which was tied up against the bank a little way down the river. In his eyes there were yellow lights.
The second is the fact that your hiring of the dahabeeyah regardless of expense was known a long time before your arrival in Egypt, for I suppose you did so in your own name, which is not exactly that of Smith or Brown. The third is your wife's sleep-walking propensities, which would have made it quite easy for her to be drawn ashore under some kind of mesmeric influence.
When they were outside Baroudi bade them good-bye, and invited them to tea on the Loulia so his dahabeeyah was called on the following day. "In the evening I may start for Armant," he said. "Will it bore you to come, madame?" He spoke politely, but rather perfunctorily, and she answered with much the same tone. "Thanks, I shall be delighted. Good-night. The music was delicious."
"If you start off, then I shall be in your wake." "Yes." She moved her umbrella slightly to and fro. "I do wish you could pay Nigel a visit," she said. Then, in a very frank and almost cordial voice, she added, "Look here, Doctor Isaacson, let's make a bargain. I'll go back to the dahabeeyah and see how he is, how he's feeling sound him, in fact.
The rather weary and wistful woman who had stayed alone in the garden when he went to the dahabeeyah had given place to a woman more resolute, brilliant, animated a woman who could hold her own, who could be daring, almost defiant, and a woman who could pain him in return, perhaps, for the pain he had inflicted on her. The dinner was quite good.
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