Without a word they moved on together through the throng, the eyes of all following them, until they reached a quiet room at one end of the salon, where were only a few people watching the crowd pass the doorway.
"You will be glad to sit," he said, motioning her to a chair beside some palms.

Then, with a change of tone, he added: "Thee is not sorry I am come ?" Thee--the old-fashioned simple Quaker word! She put her fingers to her eyes.

Her senses were swimming with a distant memory.

The East was in her brain, the glow of the skies, the gleam of the desert, the swish of the Nile, the cry of the sweet-seller, the song of the dance-girl, the strain of the darabukkeh, the call of the skis.

She saw again the ghiassas drifting down the great river, laden with dourha; she saw the mosque of the blue tiles with its placid fountain, and its handful of worshippers praying by the olive-tree.