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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I am ready," she said. And without looking round the room she went downstairs and got into the carriage. They drove to the station without speaking. She had not seen Father Roubier. Androvsky took the tickets. When they came out upon the platform they found there a small crowd of Arab friends, with Batouch in command.
She felt certain that if Androvsky had known the priest was coming he would not have accepted the invitation. She wished him to come, yet she wished he had known. He might think that she had known the fact and had concealed it. She did not suppose for a moment that he disliked Father Roubier personally, but he certainly avoided him.
When it ceased she whispered to herself, "Factus obediens usque ad mortem Crucis." And with these words upon her lips towards dawn she fell asleep. They had dined upstairs in the little room that had formerly been Domini's salon, and had not seen Father Roubier, who always came to the hotel to take his evening meal. In the morning, after they had breakfasted, Androvsky said: "Domini, I will go.
Father Roubier took a seat by the little table in front of her. But Androvsky went over to the door she had just left, and stood, as she had, looking out into the sunshine. Bous-Bous followed him, and snuffed affectionately round his feet, trying to gain his attention. "My little dog seems very fond of your friend," the priest said to Domini. "My friend!" "Monsieur Androvsky."
"Every traveller has to pay his tribute to my domain. I dare to exact that as the oldest European inhabitant of Beni-Mora." Androvsky said nothing. His eyes were on the priest. The Count noticed it, and added: "Do you know Father Roubier?" "We have often seen each other in the hotel," Father Roubier said with his usual straightforward simplicity.
"To meet Monsieur Androvsky? Let us accompany you if Father Roubier " "Please don't trouble. I won't be a minute." Something in her voice made Count Anteoni at once acquiesce, defying his courteous instinct. "We will wait for you here," he said. There was a whimsical plea for forgiveness in his eyes. Domini's did not reject it; they did not answer it.
She roused herself, with the instinct of a woman who has lived much in the world, to conceal the vexation that, visible, would cause a depression to stand in the natural place of cheerfulness. "The desert is making me abominably natural," she thought. At this moment the black figure of Father Roubier came out of the shadows of the trees with Bous-Bous trotting importantly beside it.
Then, as they turned into the shadow of the trees and began to walk between the rills of water, she added abruptly: "Father Roubier is here already, so our party is complete." Androvsky stood still. "Father Roubier! You did not tell me he was coming." "I did not know it till five minutes ago." She stood still too, and looked at him.
Yet, as she went to the hotel, she knew that Father Roubier could not give her the kind of help she wanted, and she even fancied that perhaps no priest could. Her heart was in a turmoil, and she seemed to be in the midst of a crowd. Batouch was at the door, looking elaborately contrite and ready with his lie.
But generally you hate people." "He seems a good sort of man." She still looked at him with some surprise, even with curiosity. "Have you taken a fancy to a priest?" she asked, smiling. "Why not? This man is very different from Father Roubier, more human." "Father Beret is very human, I think," she answered. She was still smiling.
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