The spell of place, the spell of the great and frigid silence, was suddenly and completely broken. Mrs. Armine stood up in the sand. She was losing her self-control. She looked at the dreary prospect before her, growing sadder as evening drew on; she thought of Nigel perfectly happy, she even saw him down there a black speck in the immensity, creeping onward towards his pleasure, and a fury that was vindictive possessed her. It seemed to her absolutely monstrous that such a woman as she was should be in such a place, in such a situation, waiting in the sand alone, deserted, with nothing to do, no one to speak to, no prospect of pleasure, no prospect of anything. A loud voice within her seemed suddenly to cry, to shriek, "I won"t stand this. I won"t stand it."
"I"m sick of the Fayyum," she said fiercely, "utterly sick of it. I want to go back to the Nile. Do you know where Baroudi is? Is he on the Nile?
I hate, I loathe this place."
"My lady," said Ibrahim, very gently, "there is good jackal-shootin"
here."
"Jackal-shooting, duck-shooting--so you think of nothing but your master"s pleasure!" she said, indignantly. "Do you suppose I"m going to sit still here in the sand for days, and do nothing, and see n.o.body, while--while--"
She stopped. She could not go on. The fierceness of her anger almost choked her. If Nigel had been beside her at that moment, she would have been capable of showing even to him something of her truth. Ibrahim"s voice again broke gently in upon her pa.s.sion.
"My lady, for jackal-shootin" you have to go out at night. You have to go down there when it is dark, and stay there for a long while, till the jackal him come. You tie a goat; the jackal him smell the goat and presently him comin"."
She stared at him almost blankly. What had all this rhodomontade to do with her? Ibrahim met her eyes.
"All this very interestin" for my Lord Arminigel," said Ibrahim, softly.
Mrs. Armine said nothing, but she went on staring at Ibrahim.
"P"r"aps my gentleman go out to-night. If he go, you take a little walk with Ibrahim."
He turned, and pointed behind her, to the distance where the rising sand-hill seemed to touch the stooping sky.
"You take a little walk up there."
Still she said nothing. She asked nothing. She had no need to ask. All the desolation about her seemed suddenly to blossom like the rose.
Instead of the end of the world, this place seemed to be the core, the warm heart of the world.
When at last she spoke, she said quietly:
"Your master will go jackal-shooting to-night."
Ibrahim nodded his head.
"I dessay," he pensively replied.
The soft crack of a duck-gun came to their ears from far off among the tamarisk bushes beside the green-grey waters.
"I dessay my Lord Arminigel him goin" after the jackal to-night."
XXIV
The dinner in camp that night was quite a joyous festival. Nigel brought back two duck, Ibrahim made a fine fire of brushwood to warm the eager sportsman, and Ruby was in amazing spirits. She played to perfection the part of ardent housewife. She came and went in the sand, presiding over everything. She even penetrated into the cook"s tent with Ibrahim to give Mohammed some hints as to the preparation of the duck.
"This is your holiday," she said to Nigel. "I want it to be a happy one.
You must make the most of it, and go out shooting all the time. They say there"s any amount of jackals down there in the tamarisk bushes. Are you going to have a shot at them to-night?"
Nigel stretched out his legs, with a long sigh of satisfaction.
"I don"t know, Ruby. I should like to, but it"s so jolly and cosy here."
He looked towards the fire, then back at her.
"I"m not sure that I"ll go out again," he said.
"I dare say you"re tired."
"No, that"s not it. The truth is that I"m tremendously happy in camp with you. And I love to think of the desolation all round us, and that there isn"t a soul about, except a few gipsies down there, and a few wild, half-naked fishermen. We"ve brought our own oasis with us into the Libyan Desert. And I think to-night I"ll be a wise man and stick to the oasis."
She smiled at him.
"Then do!"
In the midst of her smile she yawned.
"I shall go to bed directly," she said.
She seemed to suppress another yawn.
"You mean to go to bed early?" he asked.
"Almost directly. Do you mind? I"m dog tired with the long camel ride, and I shall sleep like twenty tops."
She put her hand on his shoulder. Her whole face was looking sleepy.
"You old wretch," she said. "What do you mean by looking so horribly wide awake?"
He put his hand over hers, and laughed.
"I seem to be made of iron in this glorious country. I"m not a bit sleepy."
She stifled another yawn.
"Then I"ll"--she put up her hand to her mouth--"I"ll sit up a little to keep you company."
"Indeed, you shan"t. You shall go straight to bed, and when you"re safely tucked up I think perhaps I will just go down and have a look for the jackals. If you"re going to sleep, I might as well--"
He drew down her face to his and gave her a long kiss.
"I"ll put you to bed first, and when you"re quite safe and warm and cosy, I"ll make a start."
She returned his kiss.
"No, I"ll see you off."