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Updated: June 29, 2025
For now she had been led to discuss Androvsky with Father Roubier, and had it not been almost an apology when she said, "I know he is not evil"? Once or twice during dinner, when her eyes met Androvsky's for a moment, she imagined that he must know why she had been at the priest's house, that anger was steadily increasing in him. He was a man who hated to be observed, to be criticised.
Yes; I can imagine that Father Roubier of Beni-Mora might, though he is a good man and leads a saintly life." "Those are sometimes the most cruel. They do not understand." "Perhaps not. It may be so. But this priest he's not like that." She thought of his genial, bearded face, his expression when he said, "We are ruffians of the sun," including himself with the desert men, his boisterous laugh.
God isn't merciless. Come back with me to Beni-Mora. That little church where you married me come back to it with me. You could not confess to the to Father Beret. I feel as if I knew why. Where you married me you will you must make your confession." "To the priest who to Father Roubier!" There was fierce protest in his voice.
Then she went across the verandah quickly to her room, and passed in, closing the window behind her. Dejeuner was brought into her sitting-room. She ate it in solitude, and late in the afternoon she went out on the verandah. She had made up her mind to spend an hour in the church. She had told Father Roubier that she wanted to think something out.
Count Anteoni expressed it for her. "The Steppes and the Desert are akin, you know," he said. "Despite the opposition of frost and fire." "Just what I was thinking!" she exclaimed. "That must be why " She stopped short. "Yes?" said the Count. Both Father Roubier and Androvsky looked at her with expectancy.
Only she felt that an answer had been made. The future knew, and had begun to try to tell her. She was on the very edge of knowledge while she listened, but she could not step into the marvellous land. Presently Count Anteoni spoke to the priest. "You have heard this song, no doubt, Father?" Father Roubier shook his head. "I don't think so, but I can never remember the Arab music"
To-day he had returned to his worst self, to the man who had twice treated her with brutal rudeness. "Do the Arabs really keep Ramadan strictly?" she asked, looking away from Androvsky. "Very," said Father Roubier. "Although, of course, I am not in sympathy with their religion, I have often been moved by their adherence to its rules.
She joined him, concealing her reluctance to leave Androvsky with the priest, and walked beside him down the path, preceded by Bous-Bous. "Is my fete going to be a failure?" he murmured. She did not reply. Her heart was full of vexation, almost of bitterness. She felt angry with Count Anteoni, with Androvsky, with herself. She almost felt angry with poor Father Roubier.
She was on the Count's right hand, with Androvsky opposite to her and Father Roubier on her left. As they took their places she and the Father said a silent grace and made the sign of the Cross, and when she glanced up after doing so she saw Androvsky's hand lifted to his forehead.
This time he did not extend his hand to Androvsky, but only bowed to him, lifting his white helmet. As he went away in the sun with Bous-Bous the three he had left followed him with their eyes. For Androvsky had turned his chair sideways, as if involuntarily. "I shall learn to love Father Roubier," Domini said.
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