"May I--might I see you get up?" said Androvsky.
"Get up!" she said.
"Up on the horse?"
She could not help smiling at his fashion of expressing the act of mounting. He was not a sportsman evidently, despite his muscular strength.
"Certainly, if you like. Come along."
Without thinking of it she spoke rather as to a schoolboy, not with superiority, but with the sort of bluffness age sometimes uses good-naturedly to youth. He did not seem to resent it and followed her down to the arcade.
The side saddle was on and the poet held the grey by the bridle. Some Arab boys had a.s.sembled under the arcade to see what was going forward.
The Arab waiter lounged at the door with the ta.s.sel of his fez swinging against his pale cheek. The horse fidgetted and tugged against the rein, lifting his delicate feet uneasily from the ground, flicking his narrow quarters with his long tail, and glancing sideways with his dark and brilliant eyes, which were alive with a nervous intelligence that was almost hectic. Domini went up to him and caressed him with her hand. He reared up and snorted. His whole body seemed a-quiver with the desire to gallop furiously away alone into some far distant place.
Androvsky stood near the waiter, looking at Domini and at the horse with wonder and alarm in his eyes.
The animal, irritated by inaction, began to plunge violently and to get out of hand.
"Give me the reins," Domini said to the poet. "That"s it. Now put your hand for me."
Batouch obeyed. Her foot just touched his hand and she was in the saddle.
Androvsky sprang forward on to the pavement. His eyes were blazing with anxiety. She saw it and laughed gaily.
"Oh, he"s not vicious," she said. "And vice is the only thing that"s dangerous. His mouth is perfect, but he"s nervous and wants handling.
I"ll just take him up the gardens and back."
She had been reining him in. Now she let him go, and galloped up the straight track between the palms towards the station. The priest had come out into his little garden with Bous-Bous, and leaned over his brushwood fence to look after her. Bous-Bous barked in a light soprano.
The Arab boys jumped on their bare toes, and one of them, who was a bootblack, waved his board over his shaven head. The Arab waiter smiled as if with satisfaction at beholding perfect competence. But Androvsky stood quite still looking down the dusty road at the diminishing forms of horse and rider, and when they disappeared, leaving behind them a light cloud of sand films whirling in the sun, he sighed heavily and dropped his chin on his chest as if fatigued.
"I can get a horse for Monsieur too. Would Monsieur like to have a horse?"
It was the poet"s amply seductive voice. Androvsky started.
"I don"t ride," he said curtly.
"I will teach Monsieur. I am the best teacher in Beni-Mora. In three lessons Monsieur will--"
"I don"t ride, I tell you."
Androvsky was looking angry. He stepped out into the road. Bous-Bous, who was now observing Nature at the priest"s garden gate, emerged with some sprightliness and trotted towards him, evidently with the intention of making his acquaintance. Coming up to him the little dog raised his head and uttered a short bark, at the same time wagging his tail in a kindly, though not effusive manner. Androvsky looked down, bent quickly and patted him, as only a man really fond of animals and accustomed to them knows how to pat. Bous-Bous was openly gratified. He began to wriggle affectionately. The priest in his garden smiled. Androvsky had not seen him and went on playing with the dog, who now made preparations to lie down on his curly back in the road in the hope of being tickled, a process he was an amateur of. Still smiling, and with a friendly look on his face, the priest came out of his garden and approached the playmates.
"Good morning, M"sieur," he said politely, raising his hat. "I see you like dogs."
Androvsky lifted himself up, leaving Bous-Bous in a prayerful att.i.tude, his paws raised devoutly towards the heavens. When he saw that it was the priest who had addressed him his face changed, hardened to grimness, and his lips trembled slightly.
"That"s my little dog," the priest continued in a gentle voice. "He has evidently taken a great fancy to you."
Batouch was watching Androvsky under the arcade, and noted the sudden change in his expression and his whole bearing.
"I--I did not know he was your dog, Monsieur, or I should not have interfered with him," said Androvsky.
Bous-Bous jumped up against his leg. He pushed the little dog rather roughly away and stepped back to the arcade. The priest looked puzzled and slightly hurt. At this moment the soft thud of horse"s hoofs was audible on the road and Domini came cantering back to the hotel. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was radiant. She bowed to the priest and reined up before the hotel door, where Androvsky was standing.
"I"ll buy him," she said to Batouch, who swelled with satisfaction at the thought of his commission. "And I"ll go for a long ride now--out into the desert."
"You will not go alone, Madame?"
It was the priest"s voice. She smiled down at him gaily.
"Should I be carried off by nomads, Monsieur?"
"It would not be safe for a lady, believe me."
Batouch swept forward to rea.s.sure the priest. "I am Madame"s guide.
I have a horse ready saddled to accompany Madame. I have sent for it already, M"sieur."
One of the little Arab boys was indeed visible running with all his might towards the Rue Berthe. Domini"s face suddenly clouded. The presence of the guide would take all the edge off her pleasure, and in the short gallop she had just had she had savoured its keenness. She was alive with desire to be happy.
"I don"t need you, Batouch," she said.
But the poet was inexorable, backed up by the priest.
"It is my duty to accompany Madame. I am responsible for her safety."
"Indeed, you cannot go into the desert alone," said the priest.
Domini glanced at Androvsky, who was standing silently under the arcade, a little withdrawn, looking uncomfortable and self-conscious. She remembered her thought on the tower of the dice-thrower, and of how the presence of the stranger had seemed to double her pleasure then. Up the road from the Rue Berthe came the noise of a galloping horse. The s...o...b..ack was returning furiously, his bare legs sticking out on either side of a fiery light chestnut with a streaming mane and tail.
"Monsieur Androvsky," she said.
He started.
"Madame?"
"Will you come with me for a ride into the desert?"
His face was flooded with scarlet, and he came a step forward, looking up at her.
"I!" he said with an accent of infinite surprise.
"Yes. Will you?"
The chestnut thundered up and was pulled sharply back on its haunches.
Androvsky shot a sideways glance at it and hesitated. Domini thought he was going to refuse and wished she had not asked him, wished it pa.s.sionately.
"Never mind," she said, almost brutally in her vexation at what she had done.