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"My brother objects to my name being mixed up in the scandal." Margaret had evaded answering Hadassah's question. "But what scandal?" "The reports that are going about that Mrs. Mervill is with him in the desert, that that is why I haven't heard from Mike. Everyone is saying it." Meg's words conveyed an apology for her brother. "Your brother really believes this, and yet he knows Mr. Amory?"
But tell me how long is that dark-haired girl going to stay with her brother?" "I don't know," Michael said. "If she doesn't feel the heat, perhaps until he returns to England and the camp breaks up." Mrs. Mervill clenched her pretty teeth. "And you expect me to be good and quiet and submissive and stay here?" "I want you to be reasonable."
"I have not spoken about her before." "You said she would be fat and coarse at forty." Millicent Mervill caught his hands in hers. "You dear silly boy, so she will, both fat and complacent, but then I shall be thin and shrewish and shrivelled." Michael laughed. "You are a tease!" he said good-naturedly. "'The Rogue in Porcelain' used to be my name at school.
Margaret stopped. Egypt had become as cold as the Arctic. She felt lost. Her intention had been to remind Michael that it was almost supper-time. Her partner was now by her side. He knew Michael Amory and spoke to him. Mrs. Mervill had risen from her chair and as she came forward, Margaret hated her, even while she thought that she was the fairest and most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
The excitement of battle vitalized her. Margaret was beautiful in her wrath. "I have heard it from several sources that Millicent Mervill joined Michael in the desert, that she now forms part of his camp, that she is, in fact, your lover's mistress. I can't have it, chum." "It's a lie! How can you believe it? A hideous, abominable lie!
Mervill had left the ball-room early, because she knew that the balcony would be almost empty during the first part of the evening. "Isn't having this all to ourselves better than dancing in that crowd? This is Egypt." "It's beautiful," Michael said, as he arranged the cushions in her chair to suit her taste, which was scarcely in keeping with the views of a dignified woman.
At the same time, practical work would be beneficial. As they came in together, Mohammed Ali greeted Michael with the news that "One lady and one gentleman has come, very long time they wait. Lady she stays inside, gentleman he go up the valley." Instantly life was real again, and Meg a living, angry woman. "She" who stayed inside could only mean Mrs. Mervill.
When his mind dwelt on her, it soared; when it dwelt on Mrs. Mervill, it grovelled. He did not wish to grovel; it was not in his nature to do so; it took a woman such as Mrs. Mervill to bring his lower self to the surface.
A minute or two later Margaret returned to the sitting-room. Michael had left it. She was glad. "Hadassah," she said, "listen. The most extraordinary thing has happened. Millicent Mervill is up in the drawing-room." Margaret was trembling with anger and nervousness. "What? That woman here? How has she found you, how dare she come to see you?"
I never knew anything could be so perfect. I sound silly, don't I?" "No. Mike's one of the very best, Meg. But you'll have to look after him a bit." Freddy's voice was graver. "How do you mean, Freddy?" Meg at once thought of Mrs. Mervill. Freddy read her thoughts in her voice. "I don't mean in that way rather not! He's as straight as a die.
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