r at the gate, which was opened by the gardener.
She nodded in reply to his salutation, hastened across the garden, and
came into the house.
"Nigel!" she called out. "Nigel!"
She immediately heard a slow step, and saw her husband coming towards
her from the drawing-room. She thought he looked very ill.
"Well, Ruby, you are back," he said.
He held out his hand. His eyes, which were curiously sunken, gazed into
hers with a sort of wistful, yearning expression.
"Yes," she said. "I hurried. I couldn't stand Cairo. It was hot and
dreadful. And I felt miserable there."
They were standing in the little hall.
"You look fearfully tired--fearfully!" he said.
He was still holding her hand.
Her mouth twisted.
"Do I? It's the two night journeys. I didn't sleep at all."
"And the maid? Did you get one?"
"No. What does it matter?"
Infinitely unimportant to her now seemed such a quest.
"I must sit down," she added. "I'm nearly dead."
She really felt as if her physical powers were failing her. Her legs
shook under her.
"Come into the drawing-room. And you must have some breakfast."
He let go her hand. She went into the drawing-room, and she sank down on
a sofa. He followed almost immediately.
"Oh!" she said.
She leaned back against the cushions, stretched out her arms, and shut
her eyes. All the time she was thinking, "Baroudi is here! Baroudi is
here! And I can't go to him; I can't go--I can't go!"
She seemed to see his mighty throat, his eyebrows, slanting upwards
above his great bold eyes, his large, muscular hands, his deep chest of
an athlete.
She heard Nigel sitting down close to her.
"Why didn't Ibrahim come to the station?" she said, with an effort
opening her eyes.
"Oh, I suppose he was busy," Nigel replied.
His voice sounded cautious and uneasy.
"Busy?"
"Yes. He'll bring your breakfast. I've told him to."
Then he was in the house. She felt a slight sense of relief, she
scarcely knew why.
The door opened, and Ibrahim came in quietly and carefully with a tray.
"Good mornin' to you, my lady," he said.
"Good morning, Ibrahim."
He set down the tray without noise, stood for a minute as if considering
it, then softly went away.
"You'll feel better when you've had breakfast."
"I ought to have had a bath first. But I couldn't wait."
She sat up in front of the little table, and poured out the strong tea.
As she did this, she glanced again at her husband and a
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