"If you start off, then I shall be in your wake."
"Yes."
She moved her umbrella slightly to and fro.
"I do wish you could pay Nigel a visit," she said. Then, in a very frank and almost cordial voice, she added, "Look here, Doctor Isaacson, let"s make a bargain. I"ll go back to the dahabeeyah and see how he is, how he"s feeling--sound him, in fact. If I think it"s all right, I"ll send you a note to come on board. If he"s very down, or disinclined for company--even yours--I"ll ask you to give up the idea and just to put off your visit for a few days, and come to see us at a.s.souan. After all, Nigel may wish to see you, and it might even do him good. I"m perhaps over-anxious to obey doctor"s orders, inclined to be too careful. Shall we leave it like that?"
"Thank you very much."
She got up, and so did he.
"Of course," she said, "if I do have to say no after all--I don"t think I shall--but if I do, I know you"ll understand, and pa.s.s us without disturbing my husband. As a doctor, you won"t misunderstand me."
"Certainly not."
She pulled at her veil again.
"Well, then--" She held out her hand.
"Oh, but I"ll go with you to your donkey," he said. "I suppose you came on a donkey? Or was it in a boat?"
"No; I rode."
"Then let me look for your donkey-boy."
"He went to see friends in the village, but no doubt he"s come back.
I"ll find him easily."
But he insisted on accompanying her. They came out of the first court, through the narrow and lofty portal upon which traces of the exquisite blue-green, the "love colour," still linger. This colour makes an effect that is akin to the effect that would be made by a thin but intense cry of joy rising up in a sombre temple. Isaacson looked up at it. He thought it suggested woman as she ought to be in the life of a man--something exquisite, delicate, ethereal, touchingly fascinating, protected and held by strength. He was still thinking of the love colour, and of his companion when Hamza stood before them, still, calm, changeless as a bronze in the brilliant light of the morning. One of his thin and delicate hands was laid on the red bridle of a magnificent donkey. He looked upon them with his wonderfully expressive Eastern eyes, which yet kept all his secrets.
"What a marvellous type!" Isaacson said, in French, to Mrs. Armine.
"Hamza--yes."
"His name is Hamza?"
She nodded.
"He comes from Luxor. Good-bye again. And I"ll send you the note some time this morning, or in the early afternoon."
With a quick easy movement, like that of a young woman, she was in the saddle, helped by the hand of Hamza.
Isaacson heard her sigh as she rode away.
x.x.xIII
Isaacson walked back alone into the temple. But the spell of the Nile was broken. He had been rudely awaked from his dream, and so thoroughly awaked that his dream was already as if it had never been. He was once more the man he normally was in London--a man intensely, Jewishly alert, a man with a doctor"s mind. In every great physician there is hidden a great detective. It was a detective who now walked alone in the temple of Edfou, who penetrated presently once more to the sombre sanctuary, and who stayed there for a long time, standing before the granite shrine of the G.o.d, listening mentally in the absolute silence to the sound of an ugly voice.
When the heat of noon approached, Isaacson went back to the _Fatma_. He did not know at all how long a time had pa.s.sed since Mrs. Armine had left him, and when he came on board, he enquired of Ha.s.san whether any message had come for him, any note from the dahabeeyah that lay over there to the south of them, drowned in the quivering gold.
"No, my nice gentlemans," was the reply, accompanied by a glance of intense curiosity.
Questions immediately followed.
"That boat is the _Loulia_," said Isaacson, impatiently, pointing up river.
"Of course, I know that, my gentlemans."
Ha.s.san"s voice sounded full of an almost contemptuous pity.
"Well, I know the people on board of her. They--one of them is a friend of mine. That"ll do. You can go to the lower deck."
Isaacson began to pace up and down. He pushed back the deck chairs to the rail in order to have more room for movement. Although the heat was becoming intense, and despite the marvellous dryness of the atmosphere, perspiration broke out on his forehead and cheeks, he could not cease from walking. Once he thought with amazement of his long and almost complete inertia since he had left Luxor. How could he have remained sunk in a chair for hours and hours, staring at the moving water and at the monotonous banks of the Nile? Close to the _Fatma_ two shaduf men were singing and bending, singing and bending. And had the shaduf songs lulled him? Had they pushed him towards his dream? Now, as he listened to the brown men singing, he heard nothing but violence in their voices.
And in their rhythmical movements only violence was expressed to him.
When lunch came, he ate it hastily, without noticing what he was eating.
Soon after he had finished, coffee was brought, not by the waiter, but by Ha.s.san, who could no longer suppress another demonstration of curiosity.
"No message him comin", my nice gentlemans."
He stood gazing at his master.
"No?" said Isaacson, with a forced carelessness.
"All the men bin sleepin", the Reis him ready to start. We stop by the _Loulia_, and we take the message ourselfs."
"No. I"m not going to start at present. It"s too hot."
Ha.s.san showed his long teeth, which looked like the teeth of an animal.
Isaacson knew a protest was coming.
"I"ll give the order when I"m ready to start. Go below to my cabin--in the chair by the bed there"s a field-gla.s.s"--he imitated the action of lifting up to the eyes, and looking through, a gla.s.s--"just bring it up to me, will you?"
Ha.s.san vanished, and returned with the gla.s.s.
"That"ll do."
Ha.s.san waited.
"You can go now."
Slowly Ha.s.san went. Not only his face but his whole body looked the prey of an almost venomous sulkiness. Isaacson picked up the gla.s.s, put it to his eyes, and stared up river. He saw faintly a blurred vision. Ha.s.san had altered the focus. The sudden gust of irritation which shook Isaacson revealed him to himself. As his fingers quickly readjusted the gla.s.s to suit his eyesight, he stood astonished at the impetuosity of his mind. But in a moment the astonishment was gone. He was but a gazer, entirely concentrated in watchfulness, sunk as it were in searching.
The gla.s.s was a very powerful one, and of course Isaacson knew it; nevertheless, he was surprised by the apparent nearness of the _Loulia_ as he looked. He could appreciate the beauty of her lines, distinguish her colour, the milky white picked out with gold. He could see two flags flying, one at her mast-head, one in the stern of her; the awning that concealed the upper deck. Yes, he could see all that.
He slightly lowered the gla.s.s. Now he was looking straight at the balcony that bayed out from the chamber of the faskeeyeh. There was an awning above it, but the sides were not closed in. As he looked, he saw a figure, like a doll, moving upon the balcony close to the rail. Was it Mrs. Armine? Was it his friend, the man who was sick? He gazed with such intensity that he felt as if he were making a severe physical effort.