Baroudi"s "den" had been swept and garnished. Flowers and small branches of mimosa decorated it, as if this day were festal. The writing-table, which had been loaded with papers, was now neat and almost bare. But all, or nearly all, Baroudi"s books were still in their places. The marvellous prayer rugs strewed the floor. Ibrahim had set sticks of incense burning in silver holders. Upon the dining-room table, beyond the screen of mashrebeeyah work, still stood the tawdry j.a.panese vase.
And the absurd cuckoo clock uttered its foolish sound to greet them.
"The eastern house!" said Nigel. "You little thought you would ever be mistress of it, did you, Ruby? How wonderful these prayer rugs are! But we must get rid of that vase."
"Why?" she said hastily, almost sharply.
He looked at her in surprise.
"You don"t mean to say you like it? Besides, it doesn"t belong to the room. It"s a false note."
"Of course. But it appeals to my sense of humour--like that ridiculous cuckoo clock. Don"t let"s change anything. The incongruities are too delicious."
"You are a regular baby!" he said. "All right. Shall we make Baroudi"s "den" your boudoir?"
She nodded, smiling.
"And you shall use it whenever you like. And now for the bedrooms!"
"More incongruities," he said. "But never mind. They looked delightfully clean and cosy."
"Clean and cosy!" she repeated, with a sort of light irony in her beautiful voice. "Is that all?"
"Well, I mean--"
"I know. Come along."
They opened the doors and looked into each gay and luxurious little room. And as Mrs. Armine went from one to another, she was aware of the soft and warm sensation that steals over a woman returning to the atmosphere which thoroughly suits her, and from which she has long been exiled. Here she could be in her element, for here money had been lavishly spent to create something unique. She felt certain that no dahabeeyah on the Nile was so perfect as the _Loulia_. Every traveller upon the river would be obliged to envy her. For a moment she secretly revelled in that thought; then she remembered something; her face clouded, her lips tightened, and she strove to chase from her mind that desire to be envied by other women.
Nigel and she must avoid the crowds that gather on the Nile in the spring. They must tie up in the unfrequented places. Had she not reiterated to him her wish to "get away from people," to see only the native life on the river? Those "other women" must wait to be envious, and she, too, must wait. She stifled an impatient sigh, and opened another door. After one swift glance within, she said:
"I will have this cabin, Nigel."
"All right, darling. Anything you like. But let"s have a look."
For a moment she did not move.
"Don"t be selfish, Ruby!"
She felt fingers touching her waist at the back, gripping her with a sort of tender strongness; and she closed her eyes, and tried to force herself to believe they were Baroudi"s fingers of iron.
"Or I shall pick you up and lift you out of the way."
When Nigel spoke again, she opened her eyes. It was no use. She was not to have that illusion. She set her teeth and put her hands behind her, feeling for his fingers. Their hands met, clasped. She fell back, and let him look in.
"Why, this must be Baroudi"s cabin!" he said.
"I dare say. But what I want it for is the size. Don"t you see, it"s double the size of the others," she said, carelessly.
"So it is. But they are ever so much gayer. This is quite Oriental, and the bed"s awfully low."
He bent down and felt it.
"It"s a good one, though. Trust Baroudi for that. Well, dear, take it; I"ll turn in next door. We can easily talk through the part.i.tion"--he paused, then added in a lower voice--"when we are not together. Now there"s the other sitting-room to see and then shall we be off to Denderah with Hamza, while Ibrahim sees to the arrangement of everything?"
"Yes. Or--shall we leave the other room till we come back, till it"s getting twilight? I don"t think I want to see quite everything just at once."
"You"re becoming a regular child, saving up your pleasure. Then we"ll start for Denderah now."
"Yes."
She drew her veil over her face rather quickly, and walked down the pa.s.sage, through the arch in the screen, and out to the brilliant sunshine that flooded the sailors" deck. For though the Nubians had spread an awning over their heads, they had not let down canvas as yet to meet the white and gold of the bulwarks forward. And there was a strong sparkle of light about them. In the midst of that sparkle Hamza stood, a little away from the crew, who were tall, stalwart, black men, evidently picked men, for not one was mean or ugly, not one lacked an eye or was pitted with smallpox.
As Mrs. Armine came up the three steps from the cabins, walking rather hurriedly, as if in haste to get to the sunshine, Hamza sent her a steady look that was like a quiet but determined rebuke. His eyes seemed to say to her, "Why do you rush out of the shadows like this?" And she felt as if they were adding, "You who must learn to love the shadows."
His look affected her nerves, even affected her limbs. At the top of the steps she stood still, then looked round, with a slight gesture as if she would return.
"What is it, Ruby?" asked Nigel. "Have you forgotten anything?"
"No, no. Is it this side? Or must we have the felucca? I forget."
"It"s this side. The _Loulia_ is tied up here on purpose. The donkeys, Hamza!"
He spoke kindly, but in the authoritative voice of the young Englishman addressing a native. Without changing his expression, Hamza went softly and swiftly over the gangway to the sh.o.r.e, climbed the steep brown bank, and was gone--a flash of white through the gold.
"He"s a useful fellow, that!" said Nigel. "And now, Ruby, to seek the blessing of the Egyptian Aphrodite. It will be easily won, for Aphrodite could never turn her face from you."
As their tripping donkeys drew near to that lonely temple, where a sad Hathor gazes in loneliness upon the courts that are no longer thronged with worshippers, Mrs. Armine fell into silence. The disagreeable impression she had received here on her first visit was returning. But on her first visit she had been tired, worn with travel. Now she was strong, in remarkable health. She would not be the victim of her nerves.
Nevertheless, as the donkeys covered the rough ground, as she saw the pale facade of the temple confronting her in the pale sands, backed by the almost purple sky, she remembered the carven face of the G.o.ddess, and a fear that was superst.i.tious stirred in her heart. Why had Nigel suggested that they should seek the blessing of this tragic Aphrodite?
No blessing, surely, could emanate from this dark dwelling in the sands, from this G.o.ddess long outraged by desertion.
They dismounted, and went into the temple. No one was there except the chocolate-coloured guardian, who greeted them with a smile of welcome that showed his broken teeth.
"May your day be happy!" he said to them in Arabic.
"He ought to say, "May all your days on the Nile be happy," Ruby," said Nigel.
"He only wants the day on which we pay him to be happy. On any other day we might die like dogs, and he wouldn"t care."
She stood still in the first court, and looked up at the face of Hathor, which seemed to regard the distant s.p.a.ces with an eternal sorrow.
"I think you count too much on happiness, Nigel," she added. She felt almost impelled by the face to say it. "I believe it"s a mistake to count upon things," she added.
"You think it"s a mistake to look forward, as I am doing, to our Nile journey?"
"Perhaps."
She walked on slowly into the lofty dimness of the temple.
"One never knows what is going to happen," she added. And there was almost a grimness in her voice.