He was going to Egypt again in a few days; they might probably never meet again--would not, no doubt--should not.

He had pressed her husband to go to Egypt, but now he would not encourage it; he must "finish his journey alone." He looked again in her eyes, and their light and beauty held him.

His own eyes swam.

The exaltation of a great idea was upon them, was a bond of fate between them.

It was a moment of peril not fully realised by either.