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Updated: May 14, 2025
Stuart!" cried Sadie, as the monotonous droning voice of the delirious man came again to their ears. "Come, auntie, and see if we cannot do something to relieve him." "I'm uneasy about Mrs. Shlesinger and the child," said Colonel Cochrane. "I can see your wife, Belmont, but I can see no one else." "They are bringing her over," cried he. "Thank God! We shall hear all about it.
And all the time, down there by the second rocky point, their steamer was waiting for them their saloon, with the white napery and the glittering glasses, the latest novel, and the London papers. The least imaginative of them could see it so clearly: the white awning, Mrs. Shlesinger with her yellow sun-hat, Mrs. Belmont lying back in the canvas chair.
Shlesinger finds the ride too long for her, and has some letters which she must mail to-day, so Mrs. Belmont will not be lonesome." "You're very good, Miss Adams. We shall be back, you know, by two o'clock." "Is that certain?" "It must be certain, for we are taking no lunch with us, and we shall be famished by then."
"You don't know how often I have thanked God to-day, Norah, that you were not with us. And here you are, after all." "Where should I be but by my husband's side? I had much, much rather be here than safe at Halfa." "Has any news gone to the town?" asked the Colonel. "One boat escaped. Mrs. Shlesinger and her child and maid were in it.
A fortnight had passed away, and the special boat which had been placed at the disposal of the rescued tourists was already far north of Assiout. Next morning they would find themselves at Baliani, where one takes the express for Cairo. It was, therefore, their last evening together. Mrs. Shlesinger and her child, who had escaped unhurt, had already been sent down from the frontier.
With him was his wife, a very charming and refined woman, full of the pleasant playfulness of her country. Mrs. Shlesinger was a middle-aged widow, quiet and soothing, with her thoughts all taken up by her six-year-old child, as a mother's thoughts are likely to be in a boat which has an open rail for a bulwark.
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