hen he sat down
on a little sofa, not close to her, but near her.

"Ruby," he said.

"Well, Nigel?"

"This has been the first unhappy day for me since we've been married."

"Unhappy!"

"Yes, because of the cloud between us."

She said nothing, and he resumed:

"It's made me know something, though, Ruby; it's made me know how much I
care--for you."

He leaned forward, and, as he did so, her mind went to Baroudi, and she
remembered exactly the look of his shoulders and of his throat when he
was leaning towards her.

"I don't think I really knew it before. I'm sure I didn't know it. What
made me understand it was the way I felt when I found I had hurt you,
had done you a wrong for a moment. Ruby, my own feeling has punished me
so much that I don't think you can want to punish me any more."

"I punish you!" she said. "But what wrong have you done me? And how
could I punish you?"

"I did you a wrong this morning by thinking for a moment--" He stopped;
he found he could not put it quite clearly into words. "Over Harwich and
the boys," he concluded.

"Oh, that! That didn't matter!" she said.

She spoke coldly, but she was feeling more excited, more emotional,
than she had felt for a very long time, than she had known that she
could feel.

"It mattered very much. But I don't think I really thought it."

"Yes, you did!" she said, sharply.

He sat straight up, like a man very much startled.

"You did think it. Don't try to get out of it, Nigel."

"Ruby, I'm not trying. Why, haven't I said--"

But she interrupted him.

"You did think, what every one thinks, that I'm a greedy, soulless
woman, and that I even married you"--she laid a fierce emphasis on the
pronoun--"out of the wretched, pettifogging ambition some day to be Lady
Harwich. You did think it, Nigel. You did think it!"

"For one moment," he said.

He got up from the sofa, and stood by the window. He felt like a man in
a moral crisis, and that what he said at this moment, and how he said
it, with how much deep sincerity and how much warmth of heart, might,
even must, determine the trend of the future.

"For one moment I did just wonder whether perhaps when you married me
you had thought I might some day be Lord Harwich."

"Of course."

"Al-lah--"

Through the open window came faintly the nasal cry of the Nubian sailor
beginning the song of the Nile upon the lower deck of the _Loulia_. With
it there entered the very dim throbbing of the b