There was a pause.
"He took Millicent to Michael?"
"He took her into the desert; they met."
"And because we have had no word from Michael, no explanation, you are ready to condemn him?" Meg"s words were loyal, while her heart was torn with jealousy.
"Meg," said Freddy gently, "will you go home to England?"
"No." The word came sharply, abruptly.
"You promised, old girl."
"I never promised to accept the words of a dragoman against my own knowledge of Michael, against my conscience. I have another promise to keep, my promise of absolute trust."
"The dragoman can have no object in lying, and added to his report, there is the fact that if Michael had not dallied for some reason or another, he would have reached the hills long before this. He has allowed the Government to antic.i.p.ate him."
"Freddy, I believe in G.o.d, and He has told me that Michael is as true to me as I am to him."
"Poor old girl!" Freddy said tenderly. "You"re such a loyal old thing."
But Meg rounded on him; she was a truer Lampton than she ever suspected. "Oh, don"t "poor" me, Freddy! I can"t bear it. It sounds as if I were half an imbecile, or as if Michael was a villain! I"ve got my wits all right--and Egypt has given me super-wits. It has shown me things beyond. If there is such a thing as conscience, then I should be sinning against mine if I doubted my lover for one instant."
"But didn"t you say that the Lampton pride would not be wanting when you really discovered that Mike had taken Millicent with him?"
"And it won"t be wanting, if either Mike or Millicent tell me with their own lips that they have been together on this journey. I"ll start off home by the next boat."
"Oh, do be reasonable, Meg! You won"t see either of them. If this thing has happened, they"ll keep out of the way. That"s why they are keeping silence."
"You are asking me to accept circ.u.mstantial evidence of what I call the lowest order--dragomans" gossip. Well, I simply say I won"t do it."
"What about the time he has taken to reach the hills?"
"I don"t pretend to understand. Mike will explain when he gets a chance. I only know that he wouldn"t believe a word of the story if he heard that I had been away with six good-looking men who admired me."
Freddy gave a mirthless laugh. "There is safety in numbers, Meg. If he had the evidence you have, I wonder what he"d feel?"
"Just what I feel. I have seen Hada.s.sah Ireton. Her husband will help me. He knew Mike; they planned this journey together."
"I wish you"d leave things alone. I asked you to."
"I can"t. Michael may be ill."
"It doesn"t sound like it. Bad news travels quickly."
"Look here, Freddy," Margaret said, "you haven"t the slightest idea of what it feels like to be in love. When you do, you will understand.
What a lot you have still to learn! You won"t believe any old lie that comes along about the girl you have vowed to trust and whom you believe in as you believe in your G.o.d. As lovers we Lamptons don"t deal in half measures."
"Then are you going to remain in Cairo indefinitely, waiting and waiting for Michael to come back to you, when he is away fooling with another woman?"
"Don"t kill me, Freddy! I can"t stand much more." A sob burst from Meg"s lips. "All that"s best in me trusts in Michael and all that is bad doubts and distrusts. It"s the bad that is killing me. Do you understand? For pity"s sake, if you care for me, don"t add to the evil, don"t give it the upper hand. Freddy, I need you, I need some trust to add to mine!"
"I"d kill myself if it would help you, you know I would!"
"Yes, I know it, of course I know it. I just go mad when you doubt him, Freddy, I see red. I could kill you. It"s because your doubts feed my evil thoughts. I can"t explain, but I know what I mean myself."
"I want to save you further pain, Meg."
"Hada.s.sah Ireton said, which is quite true, that it is sometimes a privilege to suffer. If only you, Freddy, won"t doubt Mike, I can endure almost anything. You"re just a bit of myself. I can"t bear you to doubt. It"s like myself doubting and forgetting, forgetting the most beautiful thing in my life."
They had wandered on until they had come to the Nile Bridge. The sight of the tall masts of the native boats, silhouetted against the crimson of the evening sky, reminded Freddy that already they had gone too far.
He stopped abruptly.
"We must drive back, Meg, as quickly as we can. I"ve my train to catch. We shall only just do it."
"Did you come to Cairo on purpose to see me?"
Freddy had signalled to a cab--an open landau, of ancient and decayed splendour, driven by two white horses. They came dashing up at a wild gallop. The native driver, in his red fez and white cotton jacket, barely gave Freddy time to jump into the carriage after Meg was seated when, with a noisy cracking of his whip, he urged the horses to a still more reckless speed.
"I had to come. I was afraid you might get the news in some horrible way. You"ve been a brick, but you can"t think how I dreaded telling you."
"I"ve not been a brick. I"ve been horrid. I am always horrid nowadays." Meg"s voice was contrite and humble.
"I like you for it. We understand each other."
"You"re the dearest and best brother on earth, Freddy, and you know I think so, and yet I speak as if I hated you!"
"We"re chums," he said, as he put his hand on the top of Margaret"s.
After that conversation became impossible. The horses were going at a mad pace, through crowded, noisy streets. Margaret was a little nervous, but she realized that there was only just time for Freddy to catch his train, if he allowed the coachman to take his own way, to drive in the arrogant native style. Every other minute she felt sure that they would run over a child or dog, or knock down a foot pa.s.senger. It seemed to be the privilege of anyone who could afford to pay for a cab to drive over pedestrians if they got in the way; the humble poor were of less account than the dust beneath the horses"
feet. The coachman"s absurd cries to "clear the way" pierced Margaret"s ears without amusing her, while the cracking of the whip almost drove her to despair. The noise and crowd of idle human beings was bewildering to her nerves after the silence of the desert.
At last they reached the station, where they had to say good-bye hurriedly and regretfully.
"I"ll let you know," Margaret said, "what Michael Ireton advises.
Remember, I"m all right. Don"t worry. You"ve been a dear. It was awfully good of you to come."
"Good-bye, old girl," he said. "Take care of yourself."
As Meg walked back to her hotel, she comforted herself with the a.s.surance that Michael Ireton would find some way to help her. She visualized to herself repeatedly the personality of Hada.s.sah and her expression of absolute confidence in Michael"s Amory"s loyalty and honour. Her finer senses told her that it was natures like Hada.s.sah"s, natures keenly sensitive to purity and uprightness, which could judge people like Mike justly. The magnet of righteousness draws kindred souls together. If Hada.s.sah had doubted, then indeed she might have listened to Freddy"s counsel. Freddy was just and splendid in his way, but Margaret did not blind herself to the fact that his knowledge of human nature, even though it was singularly correct in most instances, was derived from a more material source of evidence. His judgment was governed by his practical common sense rather than by his super-senses.
Hada.s.sah"s nature was tuned to the inner consciousness of human beings, as a musician"s ear is tuned to the harmonies and discords of music, even to the hundredth part of a tone.
If a woman like Hada.s.sah had doubted Michael, or given a moment"s thought to the gossip of the dragoman, Margaret"s faith might have been troubled. But as matters stood at present, she knew that she herself had a finer understanding of Michael than Freddy possessed, in spite of his years, as compared to her own months of friendship. She tried to strengthen herself against the invasion of unhappy thoughts by thinking over in her mind all the various objects of beauty she had seen in the Iretons" house. The picture of the cool courtyard, with the dark-leaved lebbek-tree reaching up to the romantic balcony, brought a smile to her lips. It was such an ideal setting for an Eastern Romeo and Juliet. Busy as she knew the Iretons" life to be, their mediaeval home suggested the repose and the charm and the romance of Love in Idleness!
CHAPTER XV
To a.s.sure herself of her complete confidence in the arguments which she had used to Freddy and of her own heart"s happiness, as a thing widely apart from her anxiety, Margaret dressed herself in her most becoming frock that same evening for her first appearance at the hotel _table d"hote_. She sat at a little table by herself, in the enormous dining-room. The season was far advanced; the tourists in Egypt had all returned to Cairo, there to disperse to their various countries.