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De Trevignac thanked him for his proffered hospitality with the ease of a man of the world, assuming that the kind invitation to him and to his men came from the husband as well as from the wife. When he had finished speaking, Androvsky, without looking up, said, in a voice that sounded to Domini new, as if he had deliberately assumed it: "I am glad, Monsieur.
I wonder how long they've been married?" And he felt his curiosity to see "Monsieur Androvsky" deepen. While they waited for him Domini made De Trevignac tell her the story of his terrible adventure in the dunes. He did so simply, like a soldier, without exaggeration. When he had finished she said: "You thought death was certain then?" "Quite certain, Madame." She looked at him earnestly.
"But I'm going to leave you together for a moment. Give Monsieur de Trevignac a cigar, Boris. Coffee is coming directly." She went out towards the camp fire. She wanted to leave the men together to seal their good fellowship. Her husband's change from taciturnity to cordiality had enchanted her. Happiness was dancing within her. She felt gay as a child.
Androvsky took his arm from hers abruptly. "Monsieur de Trevignac!" he said. "Monsieur de Trevignac?" He stood as if in deep and anxious thought. "Yes, the officer. That's his name. What is it, Boris?" "Nothing." There was a sound of voices approaching the camp in the darkness. They were speaking French. "I must," said Androvsky, "I must "
As she did so, from the house behind it came a string of mules, picking their way among the stones over the hard earth. De Trevignac and his men were already departing from Mogar. They came towards her slowly. They had to pass her to reach the track by which they were going on to the north and civilisation. She stood to see them pass.
"Madame, what can I say, but that you are too good to us poor fellows and that you will find it very difficult to get rid of us, for we shall be so happy in your camp that we shall forget all about our tower." "That's settled then." With the brand in her hand she walked to the edge of the hill. De Trevignac followed her. He had taken the other brand from Marelle.
She loved this trust in God so frankly shown by a soldier, member of an African regiment, in this wild land. She loved this brave reliance on the unseen in the midst of the terror of the seen. Before they spoke again Androvsky crossed the dark space between the tents and came slowly into the circle of the lamplight. De Trevignac got up from his chair, and Domini introduced the two men.
He was helping himself to some gazelle, which sent forth an appetising odour, and Ouardi was proudly pouring out for him the first glass of blithely winking champagne. "I hardly know, but everything looked sad and strange; I began to think about the uncertainties of life." Domini and De Trevignac were sipping their champagne. Ouardi came behind Androvsky to fill his glass.
He takes the orders for the wines made at the monastery, and for for the what I made, Domini, when I was there." She thought of De Trevignac and the fragments of glass lying upon the ground in the tent at Mogar. "Had De Trevignac " she said in a low, inward voice. "He had seen me, spoken with me at the monastery. When Ouardi brought in the liqueur he remembered who I was."
"You will let me return in a moment to escort you to the camp." "Thank you." "Will you permit me my name is De Trevignac." "And mine is Madame Androvsky." "Russian!" the officer said. "The alliance in the desert! Vive la Russie!" She laughed. "That is for my husband, for I am English." "Vive l'Angleterre!" he said.
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