ediction with her. As I sat near Mrs. Camp, I was
in a direct angle with that little door which opened against the inner
wall, and in the moment while that door stood open I saw, not, as I
thought might be the case, the outer world with the usual _debris_ of
a 'back door,' but an inner room, and in that room, his face toward me
as he reclined, his head lifted, startled perhaps from an afternoon
nap, I saw a man--a man whom I knew.

I could hardly sit there and wait for my friends to sufficiently
admire the remaining rugs; I wanted to get out, and if possible to see
Cairo Street from the rear. For I now remembered that on each side of
Midway, between the houses and villages and the inclosing palings, was
a driveway twenty feet in width, for the convenience of the
inhabitants, who received their marketing at night, and from this rear
avenue.

But my star was in the ascendant. At the moment when I could hardly
repress my anxiety and impatience, a man entered; slowly at first,
then starting slightly, he threw one hasty glance around him, and
strode quickly toward the narrow door, which the Cairene opened for
and closed after him.

'My land!' It was Mrs. Camp who had uttered the ejaculation, under her
breath, with her eye upon the man by the door. 'Say,' she went on,
meeting my eye, 'do you know who that was?'

'Do you?' I counter-questioned.

'Well! mebbe I'm mistook, but he looks the very moral of the furrin
feller 'at changed that money for Camp and gave him counterfeits!' She
half rose. 'I'm goin' to ask,' she explained.

'Stop!' I caught her hand. 'You must not! Leave it to me; I'll find
out.'

I was too full of my own thoughts to enjoy Cairo after that, and was
glad when we set out to visit the Temple of Luxor. I wanted to get
away and to see Dave Brainerd.

It was half an hour after our experience in the place of rugs, and we
were nearing the Temple, when we were forced to a stand by the
approach of the wedding procession, with its camels and brazen gongs,
its dancers, fighters, musicians, etc. As we stood, pressed close
against a wall, someone came swiftly across the narrow way, dodging
between two camels, and greeted us with effusion.

It was Monsieur Voisin, and when the parade had passed and we moved
on, he placed himself beside Miss Ross, who at once presented him to
Mrs. Camp.

In accordance with her notion of strict etiquette, that good woman put
out her hand to him in greeting; and when the forma