His feeble voice broke.
"I"ll be here to-morrow," said Isaacson, after a pause.
"Yes, come. You must put me--right."
Mrs. Armine could not accompany Isaacson to the felucca or say a word to him alone, for Nigel kept, almost clung to, her hand.
"I must stay with him till he sleeps," she almost whispered as Isaacson was going.
She was bending slightly over the bed. Some people might have thought that she looked like the sick man"s guardian angel, but Isaacson felt an intense reluctance to leave the dahabeeyah that night.
He looked at Mrs. Armine for a moment, saw that she fully received his look, and went away, leaving her still in that beautifully protective att.i.tude.
He came out on deck. The felucca was waiting. He got into it, and was rowed out into the river by two sailors. As they rowed they began to sing. The lights of the _Loulia_ slipped by, yellow light after yellow light. From above the blue light looked down like a watchful eye. The darkness of the water, like streaming ebony, took the felucca and the fateful voices. And the tide gave its help to the oarsmen. The lights began to dwindle when Isaacson said to the men:
"Hush!"
He held up his hand. The Nubians lay on their oars, surprised. The singing died in their throats.
Across the water there came a faint but shrill sound of laughter. Some one was laughing, laughing, laughing, in the night.
The Nubians stared at each other, the man who was stroke turning his head towards his companion.
Faint cries followed the laughter, and then--was it not the sound of a woman, somewhere sobbing dreadfully?
Isaacson listened till it died away.
Then, with a stern, tense face, he nodded to the Nubians.
They bent again to the oars, and the felucca dropped down the Nile.
x.x.xVI
When she had sent her note to the _Fatma_, Mrs. Armine had secretly telegraphed to Doctor Hartley, begging him to come to the _Loulia_ as quickly as possible. She had implied to Isaacson that he would arrive about four the next day. Perhaps she had forgotten, or had not known how the trains ran from a.s.souan.
However that was, Doctor Hartley arrived many hours before the time mentioned by Mrs. Armine for a consultation, and was in full possession of the case and in command of the patient while Isaacson was still on the _Fatma_.
Isaacson had not slept all night. That dream of the Nile into which he had softly sunk was gone, was as if it never had been. His instinct was to start for the _Loulia_ at daybreak. But for once he denied this instinct. Cool reason spoke in the dawn saying, "Festina lente." He listened. He held himself in check. After his sleepless night, in which thought had been feverish, he would spend some quiet, lonely hours.
There was, he believed, no special reason, after the glance he had sent to Mrs. Armine just before he went out of Nigel"s cabin, why he should hurry in the first hour of the new day to the sick man he meant to cure.
Let the sleeping draught do its work, and let the clear morning hours correct any fever in his own mind.
And so he rested on deck, while the sun climbed the pellucid sky, and he watched the men at the shaduf. The sunlight struck the falling water and made it an instant"s marvel. And the marvel recurred, for the toil never ceased. The naked bodies bent and straightened. The muscles stood out, then seemed to flow away, like the flowing water, on the arms under the bronze-coloured skin. And from lungs surely made of bra.s.s came forth the fierce songs that have been thrown back from the Nile"s brown banks perhaps since the Sphinx first set his unworldly eyes towards eternity.
But though Isaacson deliberately paused to get himself very thoroughly and calmly in hand, paused to fight with possible prejudice and drive it out of him, he did not delay till the hour fixed by Mrs. Armine. Soon after one o"clock in the full heat of the day, he set out in the tiny tub which was the only felucca on board of the _Fatma_, and he took Ha.s.san with him. Definitely why he took Ha.s.san, he perhaps could not have stated. He just thought he would take him, and did.
Very swiftly he had returned with the tide in the night. Now, in the eye of day, he must go up river against it. The men toiled hard, lifting themselves from their seats with each stroke of the oars and bracing their legs for the strain. But the boat"s progress was slow, and Isaacson sometimes felt as if some human strength were striving persistently to repel him. He had the sensation of a determined resistance which must be battled with ruthlessly. And now and then his own body was tense as he watched his men at their work. But at last they drew near to the _Loulia_, and his keen, far-seeing eyes searched the balcony for figures. He saw none. The balcony was untenanted. Now it seemed to him as if in the fierce heat, upon the unshaded water, the great boat was asleep, as if there was no life in her anywhere; and this sensation of the absence of life increased upon him as they came nearer and nearer. All round the upper deck, except perhaps on the land side of the boat, which he could not see, canvas was let down. Shutters were drawn over the windows of the cabins. The doors of the room of the fountain were open, but the room was full of shadow, which, from his little boat, the eyes of Isaacson could not penetrate. As they came alongside no voice greeted them. He began to regret having come in the hour of the siesta. They glided along past green shutter after green shutter till they were level with the forward deck. And there, in an att.i.tude of smiling attention, stood the tall figure of Ibrahim.
Isaacson felt almost startled to find his approach known, to receive a graceful greeting.
He stepped on board followed closely by Ha.s.san. The deck was strewn with scantily clad men, profoundly sleeping. Isaacson addressed himself in a low voice to Ibrahim.
"You understand English?"
"Yes, my gentleman. You come to meet the good doctor who him curin" my Lord Arminigel. He bin here very long time."
"He"s here already?"
Ibrahim smiled rea.s.suringly.
"Very long time, my gentleman. Him comin" here to live with us till my lord him well."
And Ibrahim turned, gathered together his gold-coloured skirts, and mounted the stairs to the upper deck. Isaacson hesitated for a moment, then followed him slowly. In that brief moment of hesitation the words had gone through Isaacson"s mind: "I ought to have been here sooner."
As he mounted and his eyes rose over the level of the top step of the companion, he was aware of a slight young man, very smartly dressed in white ducks, a loose silk shirt, a low, soft collar and pale, rose-coloured tie, a perfectly cut grey jacket with a small blue line in it, rose-coloured socks, and white buckskin boots, who was lying almost at full length in a wide deck-chair against cushions, with a panama hat tilted so far down over his eyes that its brim rested delicately upon his well-cut, rather impertinent short nose. From his lips curled gently pale smoke from a cigarette.
As Isaacson stepped upon the Oriental rugs which covered the deck, this young man gently pushed up his hat, looked, let his legs quietly down, and getting on his feet, said:
"Doctor Isaacson?"
"Yes," said Isaacson coming up to him.
The young man held out his hand with a nonchalant gesture.
"Glad to meet you. I"m Doctor Baring Hartley, in charge of this sunstroke case aboard here. Came down to-day from a.s.souan to see how my patient was getting on. Will you have a cigarette?"
"Thanks."
Doctor Isaacson accepted one.
"Fine air at a.s.souan! This your first visit to the Nile?"
The young man spoke with scarcely a trace of American accent. With his hat set back, he was revealed as brown-faced, slightly freckled, with very thick, dark hair, that was parted in the middle and waved naturally, though it looked as if it had been crimped; a small moustache, rather bristling, because it had been allowed only recently to grow on a lip that had often been shaved; a round, rather sensual chin; and large round eyes, in colour a yellow-brown. In these eyes the character of the man was very clearly displayed. They were handsome, and not insensitive; but they showed egoism, combined with sensuality. He looked very young, but was just over thirty.
"Yes, it"s my first visit."
"Won"t you sit down?"
He spoke with the ease of a host, and sank into his deck chair, laying his hat down upon his knees and stretching out his legs, from which he pulled up the white ducks a little way. Isaacson sat down on a smaller chair, leaned forward, and said, in a very practical, businesslike voice:
"No doubt Mr. or Mrs. Armine--or both of them, perhaps, has explained how I have come into this affair? I"m an old friend of your patient."
"So I gathered," said Doctor Hartley, in a voice that was remarkably dry.
"I knew him long before he was married, very long before he was ever a sick man, and being out here, and hearing about this sudden and severe illness, of course I called to see how he was."