nd went to bed.

"No, I did not see him again until long afterward, and in very altered
circumstances, as they say. The harm he did me on this occasion did not
come home until later, when in Italy again, I read in an Italian journal
some of the details of the affair. A wave of anger swept over me then, I
remember, at having been so far fooled as to preach to him my gospel of
integrity in men and modesty in women, while he was deep in tortuous
finance and unprofitable intrigues. Mind you, I don't know now the
rights of the affair. The counsel for the defence made a brilliant
effort to establish a case of the chivalrous shielding of a lady. He
claimed that the accused had been lured to destruction by the voices of
sirens. A man of brilliant social gifts, he had been carried away,
intoxicated, by his success and had promised more than he could perform.
The very fact of the lady (of rank) not coming forward, but leaving the
prosecution in the hands of the trustees, was a proof that the accused
was more sinned against than sinning. And so on and so forth. It was all
in the _Weekly Times_. I walked up to the Galleria Mazzini one fine
evening and sat in the Orpheum reading the latest performance of my
successful brother. But the Italian paper which first told me about it
dealt with the incident from the artistic side. There are a good many
Italians in Egypt, as you know, and this paper had a correspondent in
Cairo with a sharp pen that cut little cameos of the cosmopolitan life
that centres round the Esbekiah Gardens. For my brother had gone to
Southampton on urgent business. His business was so urgent that he
crossed to France that night and went straight to Marseilles, where he
sailed in a Messageries Maritimes boat to Egypt. The article in the
paper was called The Flight into Egypt. The new arrival at Shepheard's
Hotel was the life of the English visitors still staying on in Cairo.
Parties who had been living among the Beduin in the desert came back for
a week at Shepheard's and were entranced with him and his
hundred-horse-power car. The daughter of a Beyrout ship-chandler who had
retired and built a house at Heliopolis was infatuated with him and
tried to monopolize him at the dances. Incidentally we learned that his
hotel expenses were five pounds a day. This interested me keenly,
because at the same time I was living in ample comfort on exactly five
shillings a day. I suppose, I don't know, for I've never had the money