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He might but for that have gone the way of wisdom, and accepted the inevitable. As it was, he did none of these things. He said to himself that all that he could do now and the least that he could do was to let the girl know as much of the story as he knew and draw her own conclusions. Then, if she wanted to go on and sacrifice herself for Tewfick, very well. That was none of his affair.
And before that smile Tewfick faltered in his paternal benediction and hastened the phrases. Little murmurs flew back and forth as she turned away, and then a hasty chatter sprang up as the guests hurried into their tcharchafs for the journey to the bridegroom's house. That day Aimée did not put on her veil.
We are not under the French law at least I have not heard that England has relinquished her power," retorted Tewfick not without malice. "But Mademoiselle Delcassé is French," thrust in Ryder. He knew that McLean had ventured as far as he, an official and responsible person, could go, and that the burden of intimation must rest upon himself.
Tewfick Pasha, for all his indulgent modernity, would keep too strict a harem for that.
"But it is true," Aimée insisted, in a trembling voice. "My father was Paul Delcassé " "Yahrak Kiddisak man rabbabk curse the man who brought thee up! Delcassé or devil, it is Tewfick Pasha who is your step-father, your guardian, who gave you to me for wife what has your genealogy to do with this affront upon my honor?"
To such work had this night brought her.... This night, and three men for he and the craven Tewfick and the fanatic bey were all linked in this night's work.
McLean did not correct her idea of the title. His expression was more carefully non-committal than ever, while behind its quiet guard his thoughts were breaking out like a revolution. Hamdi Bey.... A wedding reception.... The daughter of Tewfick Pasha.... In the secret depths of his soul he uttered profane and troubled words.
The only Egyptian touch to the place was four enormous oil portraits of pompous turbaned gentlemen, in one of whom Ryder recognized the familiar rotundity of Mahomet Ali in his grand robes. As a pasha's palace it was a blow, and Ryder's vague, romantic notions of high halls and gilded arches, suffered a collapse. Tewfick Pasha came in with haste.
His cursed passion for freedom in which to ramble up and down that deserted lane without Tewfick Pasha's garden! His inane love of solitary mooning.... No, Jinny would not soon wonder about him. She had not expected to see him that evening, anyway he had muttered something to her about a man and an engagement.
And now he was off on some tangent from which it would need all her coaxing wit to divert him. With wide eyes painfully intent, her little, jeweled fingers very still in their locked grip in her lap, the color draining from her cheeks, she sat waiting for the revelation. What was it all? Had he really decided upon something? Upon some one? Tewfick Pasha appeared in no hurry to inform her.
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