couldn't pass Edfou."

"Why?"

"Perhaps because I felt that I should meet you in it."

He spoke now with the lightness of an agreeable man of the world paying
a compliment to a pretty woman.

"My good angel perhaps guided me into the Holy of Holies because you
were--shall I say dreaming in it?"

She moved and walked on.

"Were you long in Cairo?" she said.

"One night."

She stopped again.

"What an extraordinary rush!" she said.

"Yes, I've come along quickly."

"I suppose you've only a very limited time to do it all in? You're only
taking a week or two?"

She turned her head towards him, and it seemed to him that her eyes were
glittering with a strange excitement, a strange eagerness under her
veil.

"I don't know," said Isaacson, carelessly. "I may stay on if I like it.
The fact is, Mrs. Armine, that having at last taken the plunge and
deserted my patients, I'm enjoying myself amazingly. You've no idea
how--"

"Your patients," she interrupted him again, "what will they do? Why,
surely your whole practice will go to pieces!"

"It's very kind of you to trouble about that."

"Oh, I'm not troubling; I'm only wondering. I don't know you very well,
but I confess I thought I had summed you up."

"Yes, and--?"

"And I thought you were a man of intense ambition, and a man who would
rise to the very top of the tree."

"And now?"

"Well, this is hardly the way to do it. I'm--I'm quite sorry."

She said it very naturally. If his appearance had startled her very
much--and that it had startled her almost terribly he felt certain--she
was now recovering her equanimity. Her self-possession was returning.

"Women are very absurd," she continued. "They always admire the man who
gets on, who forces his way to the front of the crowd."

Walking onward slowly side by side they came into the great outer court.
Isaacson had forgotten the wonderful temple. This woman had the power to
grasp the whole of his attention, to fix it upon herself.

"Shall we sit down for a minute?" she said. "I'm quite tired with
walking about."

She sauntered to a big block of stone on which a shadow fell, sat down
carelessly, and put up a white and green sun-umbrella. For the first
time since they had met Isaacson, remembering the death of Lord Harwich,
wondered at her costume.

"Ah," she said, "you've heard, of course!"

He was startled by her sudden comprehension of his thought.

"Heard! what, Mrs. Armine?"

"About my br