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Updated: June 24, 2025
At the top of the steps she stood still, then looked round, with a slight gesture as if she would return. "What is it, Ruby?" asked Nigel. "Have you forgotten anything?" "No, no. Is it this side? Or must we have the felucca? I forget." "It's this side. The Loulia is tied up here on purpose. The donkeys, Hamza!"
Armine for a moment, saw that she fully received his look, and went away, leaving her still in that beautifully protective attitude. He came out on deck. The felucca was waiting. He got into it, and was rowed out into the river by two sailors. As they rowed they began to sing. The lights of the Loulia slipped by, yellow light after yellow light.
And under the stars, on deck, Isaacson dined alone. To-morrow at dawn he would start on his voyage up river. He would follow where the Loulia had gone. When dinner was finished, he sent Hassan away, and strolled about on the deck smoking his cigar.
"This is the country of fertility, the country where things grow. The dews at night are splendid. But wait a moment. I'll get you a cloak. I'm your maid, remember." He fetched a cloak and wrapped it round her. "I suppose the Loulia is far up the river," he said. "Perhaps at Assouan. I wonder if we shall see Baroudi some day again.
Far up the river the Loulia was moored, between Baroudi's orange-gardens and Armant, and each day he dropped down the Nile in his white boat to meet the European woman, bringing only one attendant with him, a huge Nubian called Aïyoub. The tourists who come to Luxor seldom go far from certain fixed points.
And as he stood still the Nubian sailors on the Loulia began to sing the song about Allah which Mrs. Armine had heard from the garden of the Villa Androud on her first evening in Upper Egypt. First a solo voice, vehement, strange to Western ears, immensely expressive, like the voice of a mueddin summoning the faithful to prayer, cried aloud, "Al-lah! Al-lah! Al-lah!"
This time he saw a small boat detach itself from the side of the Loulia, creep upon the river almost imperceptibly. The doll was still moving by the rail. Then, as the boat dropped down the river, coming towards Isaacson, it ceased to move. Isaacson laid down the glass. As he did so, he saw the crafty eyes of Hassan watching him from the lower deck.
And now and then his own body was tense as he watched his men at their work. But at last they drew near to the Loulia, and his keen, far-seeing eyes searched the balcony for figures. He saw none. The balcony was untenanted.
She thought of all she had lost long ago by doing the thing she desired, and again she felt herself inferior to him. "And this, too, we shall do without losing anything by it," he said. "This? What?" "Go back to Kurûn. Tell me. Will you not presently need to have a dahabeeyah?" "And if we do?" "You shall have the Loulia." "You mean to come with us?" "Are you a child?
Towards the end of the letter, perhaps made frolicsome by confession, she broke into gossip, related several little scandals of various hotels, and concluded with this paragraph: "Quite an excitement has been caused here by the arrival of a marvellous dahabeeyah called the Loulia. She is the most lovely boat on the Nile, I am told, and every one is longing to go over her.
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