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He also ate very little, much less than usual, for in the desert they both had the appetites of hunters. After thanking them cordially for drinking his health, De Trevignac said: "I was nearly experiencing the certainty of death. But was it Mogar that turned you to such thoughts, Madame?" "I think so. There is something sad, even portentous about it."
She saw him opening his lips to say that the dinner would be poor and stopped him. "You are to open some of the champagne the Pommery. We will drink to all safe returns. Now, give me the brand and go and tell the cook." As he took his torch and disappeared into the darkness De Trevignac came out from the tower.
She obeyed, and he quickly let down the flap of canvas, and shut out the night. "What is it, Boris?" she asked. She was standing by one of the beds. "What has happened?" "Why happened?" "I don't understand. Why did Monsieur de Trevignac go away so suddenly?" "Domini, do you care whether he is here or gone? Do you care?" He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her down beside him.
She was thinking now of the broken glass on the ground at Androvsky's feet when she found him alone in the tent after De Trevignac had gone.
He told her how the officer, Trevignac, had known him long ago in the monastery, and had recognised him when the Arab brought in the liqueur which he had made. He kept nothing from her. "That last day in the garden," he said finally, "I thought I had conquered myself, and it was in that moment that I fell for ever. When I knew you loved me, I could fight no more.
When she returned to the tent, she found her husband alone in it, standing up, with a quantity of fragments of glass lying at his feet. Near him was the coffee, untasted. Trevignac was gone. She asked for an explanation. He gave her none. The fragments of glass were all that remained of the bottle which had contained the liqueur. At dawn Domini met Trevignac riding away with his soldiers.
Androvsky's fear of both that was the link. She kept on thinking of the glance he had cast at the watch-tower, to which Trevignac had been even then approaching, although they knew it not. De Trevignac! She walked faster on the sand, to and fro before the tent. Why had he looked at the tent in which Androvsky slept with horror?
As Domini watched him going she felt chilled, because there was something in his manner, in his smile, that seemed for the moment to set them apart from each other, something she did not understand. Soon Androvsky disappeared in a fold of the sands as he had disappeared in a fold of the sands at Mogar, not long before De Trevignac came.
We found gazelle, and so I hope I hope you will have a fairly good dinner." The words could scarcely have been more ordinary, but the way in which they were uttered was so strange, sounded indeed so forced, and so unnatural, that both De Trevignac and Domini looked at the speaker in surprise. There was a pause. Then Batouch and Ouardi came in with the soup. "Come!" Domini said. "Let us begin.
"It's I who am wrong, Domini. The truth is, I can't bear our happiness to be intruded upon even for a night. I want to be alone with you. This life of ours in the desert has made me desperately selfish. I want to be alone, quite alone, with you." "It's that! How glad I am!" She laid her cheek against his arm. "Then," he said, "that other signal?" "Monsieur de Trevignac gave it."
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