She watched the moon rise above the immobile Sphinx, she looked down on the banqueters in the Palace, David among them, and Foorgat Bey beside her.

She saw Foorgat Bey again lying dead at her feet.

She heard the stir of the leaves; she caught the smell of the lime-trees in the Palace garden as she fled.

She recalled her reckless return to Cairo from Alexandria.

She remembered the little room where she and David, Nahoum and Mizraim, crossed a bridge over a chasm, and stood upon ground which had held good till now--till this hour, when the man who had played a most vital part in her life had come again out of a land which, by some forced obliquity of mind and stubbornness of will, she had assured herself she would never see again.
She withdrew her hand from her eyes, and saw him looking at her calmly, though his face was alight.