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Before doing so, however, something moved her to ask him: "That African liqueur, Ouardi you remember that you brought to the tent at Mogar have we any more of it?" "The monk's liqueur, Madame?" "What do you mean monk's liqueur?" "It was invented by a monk, Madame, and is sold by the monks of El-Largani." "Oh! Have we any more of it?"
"Ouardi! that means born in the time of the roses." He addressed Ouardi in Arabic and sent him off into the darkness chuckling gaily. "These Arab names all have their meanings Onlagareb, mother of scorpions, Omteoni, mother of eagles, and so on. So much the better! Comforts are rare here, but you carry them with you. Sugar, if you please." Domini put two lumps into his cup. "If you allow me!"
He was helping himself to some gazelle, which sent forth an appetising odour, and Ouardi was proudly pouring out for him the first glass of blithely winking champagne. "I hardly know, but everything looked sad and strange; I began to think about the uncertainties of life." Domini and De Trevignac were sipping their champagne. Ouardi came behind Androvsky to fill his glass.
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.
Ouardi went away with the soldier, talking frantically, and Domini returned to the tent, where she found the priest gleaming with joyous anticipation. They sat down in the comfortable basket chairs before the tent door, through which they could see the shining of the city's lights and hear the distant sound of its throbbing and wailing music.
Androvsky took his hand from the glass and Ouardi filled it with wine. Then Domini raised her glass and drank to De Trevignac. Androvsky followed her example, but without geniality, and when he put his lips to the wine he scarcely tasted it. Then he put the glass down and told Ouardi to give him red wine. And during the rest of the evening he drank no more champagne.
"You do know then?" "Ouardi told me we had with us a liqueur made by some monks." "This is it, and very excellent it is. I have tasted it in Tunis." "But then why did you hesitate to take it here?" He lifted his glass up to the lamp. The light shone on its contents, showing that the liquid was pale green. "Madame," he said, "the Trappists of El-Largani have a fine property.
His ample person became almost rigid. "If I am not at the station, Madame, what will Hadj think, and Ali, and Ouardi, and " "They will be there?" "Of course, Madame. Where else should they be? Does Madame wish to leave us like a thief in the night, or like " "No, no, Batouch. I am very grateful to you all, but especially to you." Batouch began to smile.
Androvsky's eyes had wandered from his face to the table, upon which stood the coffee, the liqueur, and the other things brought by Ouardi. It was evident even to the self-centred priest that his host was not listening to him. There was a moment's awkward pause. Then Domini said: "Boris, Monsieur l'Aumonier!" She did not speak loudly, but with an intention that recalled the mind of her husband.
The poet stared at him with a superb surprise, then moved slowly towards Ouardi, holding his burnous with his large hands. Androvsky looked again at the two tents as a man looks at two enemies. Then, walking quickly, he went towards the hump of sand. As he approached it Domini had her side face turned towards him. She did not see him.
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