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Updated: May 10, 2025
When Domini inquired after Hadj he showed majestic indifference, and when she hinted at his crafty share in the causing of the tragedy he calmly replied, "Hadj-ben-Ibrahim will know from henceforth whether the Mehari with the swollen tongue can bite."
It was evident that he had divined his cousin's wish to supplant him and was busily taking his revenge. Domini was amused, and as they went slowly up the street in the wake of the soldiers she said: "Do you often come here at night, Hadj-ben-Ibrahim?" "Oh, yes, Madame, when I am alone. But with ladies " "You were here last night, weren't you, with the traveller from the hotel?" "No, Madame.
"Hadj can go home if he is afraid of anything in the dancing street," said Domini, rather maliciously. "Let us follow the soldiers." Hadj started as if he had been stung, and looked at Domini as if he would like to strangle her. "I am afraid of nothing," he exclaimed proudly. "Madame does not know Hadj-ben-Ibrahim." Batouch laughed soundlessly, shaking his great shoulders.
Hadj's countenance fell. He looked at his cousin sideways, always showing his teeth. "Do you not know, Hadj-ben-Ibrahim?" They had reached the end of the little street. The whiteness of the great road which stretched straight through the oasis into the desert lay before them, with the statue of Cardinal Lavigerie staring down it in the night.
Hadj laughed with a snarl: "He who smokes the keef is like a Mehari with a swollen tongue," he rejoined. The poet looked as if he were going to spring upon his cousin, but he restrained himself and a slow, malignant smile curled about his thick lips like a snake. "I shall show to Madame a dancer who is modest, who is beautiful, Hadj-ben-Ibrahim," he said softly.
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