So, at sunrise, we returned to the dahabeeyah, and Emerson made a fine speech to the a.s.sembled crew, who squatted on the deck staring at him with round black eyes while he explained that the Mummy had been a hoax, the curse imaginary, and that an ordinary human being had been behind the whole thing.
He produced his downcast, shivering captive at the appropriate moment, and I think the sight of an Englishman, one of the Master Race, in bonds and held up to scorn as a common criminal did as much as anything to win their wholehearted allegiance. Lucas"s crew gave us no difficulty; their loyalty had been won with money, and as soon as the source of funds dried up, their devotion withered. An expedition set out immediately for the camp and brought back a very thirsty Alberto, together with our luggage and equipment. I myself supervised the removal of poor Michael, on a litter. We set sail at once for Cairo.
It was an enjoyable trip. With the great sail furled and lowered onto blocks on the deck, we let the current bear us downstream. There were occasional misadventures- grounding on sandbars, an encounter with another dahabeeyah that lost the latter its bowsprit and won us the collective curses of the exuberant American pa.s.sengers; but these are only the normal accidents of Nile travel. In every other way matters could not have been more satisfactory. Michael began to make a good recovery, which relieved my worst fears. The crew outdid itself to please us. The cook produced magnificent meals, we were waited upon like princes, and Reis Ha.s.san obeyed my slightest command. The full moon shone down upon us, the river rolled sweetly by.... And Emerson said not a word.
I had waited for him to make some reference, if not an apology, for his outrageous behavior in- for his daring to- for, in short, the kiss. Not only did he remain silent, but he avoided me with a consistency that was little short of marvelous. In such close quarters we ought to have been much together, but whenever I entered the saloon it seemed that Emerson was just leaving, and when I strolled on the deck, admiring the silvery ripples of moonlight on the water, Emerson vanished below. Walter was of no use. He spent all his time with Evelyn. They did not talk, they just sat holding hands and staring stupidly into one another"s eyes. Walter was a sensible chap. Evelyn"s fortune would not keep him from happiness. Was it possible that Emerson .... ?
After two days I decided I could wait no longer. I hope I number patience among my virtues, but shilly-shallying, when nothing is to be gained by delay, is not a virtue. So I cornered Emerson on deck one night, literally backing him into a corner. He stood pressed up against the rail that enclosed the upper deck as I advanced upon him, and from the look on his face you would have thought I were a crocodile intent on devouring him, boots, bones, and all.
We had dined formally; I was wearing my crimson gown and I had taken some pains with my hair. I thought, when I looked at myself in the mirror that evening, that I did look well; perhaps Evelyn"s flattery had not all been false. As I approached Emerson I was pleasantly aware of the rustle of my full skirts and the movement of the ruffles at my throat.
"No," I said, as Emerson made a sideways movement, like a crab."Don"t try to run away, Emerson, it won"t do you a particle of good, for I mean to have my say if I have to shout it after you as we run about the boat. Sit or stand, don"t mind me. I shall stand. I think better on my feet."
Emerson squared his shoulders.
"I shall stand. I feel safer on my feet. Proceed, then, Peabody; I know better than to interfere with you when you are in this mood."
"I mean to make you a business proposition," I said. "It is simply this. I have some means; I am not rich, like Evelyn, but I have more than I need, and no dependents. I had meant to leave my money to the British Museum. Now it seems to me that I may as well employ it for an equally useful purpose while I live, and enjoy myself in the bargain, thus killing two birds with one stone. Miss Amelia B. Edwards has formed a society for the exploration of Egyptian antiquities; I shall do the same. I wish to hire you as my archaeological expert. There is only one condition ----- "
I had to stop for breath. This was more difficult than I had antic.i.p.ated.
"Yes?" said Emerson in a strange voice. "What condition?"
I drew a deep breath.
"I insist upon being allowed to partic.i.p.ate in the excavations. After all, why should men have all the fun?"
"Fun?" Emerson repeated. "To be burned by the sun, rubbed raw by sand, live on rations no self-respecting beggar would eat; to be bitten by snakes and mashed by falling rocks? Your definition of pleasure, Peabody, is extremely peculiar."
"Peculiar or not, it is my idea of pleasure. Why, why else do you lead this life if you don"t enjoy it? Don"t talk of duty to me; you men always have some high-sounding excuse for indulging yourselves. You go gallivanting over the earth, climbing mountains, looking for the sources of the Nile; and expect women to sit dully at home embroidering. I embroider very badly. I think I would excavate rather well. If you like, I will list my qualifications - "
"No," said Emerson, in a strangled voice. "I am only too well aware of your qualifications."
And he caught me in an embrace that bruised my ribs.
"Stop it," I said, pushing at him. "That was not at all what I had in mind. Stop it, Emerson, you are confusing me. I don"t want - "
"Don"t you?" said Emerson, taking my chin in his hand and turning my face toward his.
"Yes!" I cried, and flung my arms around his neck.
A good while later, Emerson remarked,
"You realize, Peabody, that I accept your offer of marriage because it is the only practical way of getting at your money? You couldn"t join me in an excavation unless we were married; every European in Egypt, from Baring to Maspero, would be outraged, and Mme. Maspero would force her husband to cancel my concession."
"I fully understand that," I said. "Now if you will stop squeezing me quite so hard ----- I cannot breathe."
"Breathing is unnecessary," said Emerson.
After another interval, it was my turn to comment.
"And you," I said, "understand that I accept your proposal of marriage because it is the only way in which I can gain my ends. It is so unfair - another example of how women are discriminated against. What a pity I was not born a hundred years from now! Then I would not have to marry a loud, arrogant, rude man in order to be allowed to excavate."
Emerson squeezed my ribs again and I had to stop for lack of breath.
"I have found the perfect way of silencing you," he said.
But then the laughter fled from his face and his eyes took on an expression that made me feel very odd- as if my interior organs had dissolved into a shapeless, sticky ma.s.s.
"Peabody, you may as well hear the truth. I am mad about you! Since the day you walked into my tomb and started ordering us all about, I have known you were the only woman for me. Why do you suppose I have sulked and avoided you since we left Amarna? I was contemplating a life without you- a bleak, gray existence, without your voice scolding me and your big bright eyes scowling at me, and your magnificent figure- has no one told you about your figure, Peabody?- striding up and down prying into all sorts of places where you had no business to be ----- I knew I couldn"t endure it! If you hadn"t spoken tonight, I should have borrowed Alberto"s mummy costume and carried you off into the desert! There, I have said it. You have stripped away my defenses. Are you satisfied with your victory?"
I did not reply in words, but I think my answer was satisfactory. When Emerson had regained his breath he let out a great hearty laugh.
"Archaeology is a fascinating pursuit, but, after all, one cannot work day and night ----- Peabody, my darling Peabody - what a perfectly splendid time we are going to have!"
Emerson was right - as he usually is. We have had a splendid time. We mean to work at Gizeh next year. There is a good deal to be done here yet, but for certain practical reasons we prefer to be nearer Cairo. I understand that Petrie wants to work here, and he is one of the few excavators to whom Emerson would consider yielding. Not that the two of them get along; when we met Mr. Petrie in London last year, he and Emerson started out mutually abusing the Antiquities Department and ended up abusing one another over pottery fragments. Petrie is a nice-looking young fellow, but he really has no idea of what to do with pottery.
The practical reasons that demand we work near Cairo are the same reasons that keep me here, in my chair, instead of being down below supervising the workers as I usually do. Emerson is being overly cautious; I feel perfectly well.
They say that for a woman of my age to have her first child is not always easy, and Emerson is in a perfect jitter of apprehension about the whole thing, but I have no qualms whatever. I do not intend that anything shall go amiss. I planned it carefully, not wanting to interrupt the winter excavation season.
I can fit the child in quite nicely between seasons, and be back in Cairo ready for work in November.
We are now awaiting news from Evelyn of the birth of her second child, which is due at any moment. She is already the mother of a fair-baked male child, quite a charming infant, with a propensity for rooting in mud puddles which I am sure he inherited from his archaeological relatives. I am his G.o.dmother, so perhaps I am biased about his beauty, intelligence, and charm. But I think I am not.
Walter is not with us this season; he is studying hieroglyphics in England, and promises to be one of the finest scholars of our time. His library at Ellesmere Castle is filled with books and ma.n.u.scripts, and when we join the younger Emersons there for the summer and early fall each year, he and Emerson spend hours arguing over translations.
Lucas? His present whereabouts are unknown to us. Without the money to support his t.i.tle he could not live respectably in England. I wanted to prosecute the rascal as he deserved; but Baring dissuaded me.
He was very helpful to us when we reached Cairo with our boatload of criminals; and he was present on the momentous occasion when Evelyn opened her boxes and found, among the diaries and books, an envelope containing her grandfather"s last, holograph will. This was the final proof of Lucas"s villainy; but, as Baring pointed out, a trial would bring unwished for notoriety on all of us, particularly Evelyn, and Lucas was no longer a danger. He lives precariously, I believe, somewhere on the Continent, and if he does not soon drink himself to death, some outraged husband or father will certainly shoot him.
I see Alberto whenever we pa.s.s through Cairo. I make a point of doing so. As I warned him once, Egyptian prisons are particularly uncomfortable, and the life does not seem to agree with him at all.
Michael has just rung the bell for lunch, and I see Emerson coming toward me. I have a bone to pick with him; I do not believe he is correct in his identification of one of the sculptured busts as the head of the heretic pharaoh. It seems to me to be a representation of young Tutankhamen, Khuenaten"s son-in-law.
I must add one more thing. Often I find myself remembering that bl.u.s.tery day in Rome, when I went to the rescue of a young English girl who had fainted in the Forum. Little did I realize how strangely our destinies would be intertwined; that that act of simple charity would reward me beyond my wildest dreams, winning for me a friend and sister, a life of busy, fascinating work, and ....
Evelyn was right. With the right person, under the right circ.u.mstances - it is perfectly splendid!