"God be with thee, friend," he said.
The next instant Thomas Tilman Lacey's drawling voice broke the silence.
"There's something catching about these nights in Egypt.

I suppose it's the air.

No wind--just the stars, and the ultramarine, and the nothing to do but lay me down and sleep.

It doesn't give you the jim-jumps like Mexico.

It makes you forget the world, doesn't it?
You'd do things here that you wouldn't do anywhere else." The gate was opened by the bowab, and the two passed through.