It did not ease his vexed spirit to know that thousands of others of his fellow-countrymen did the same.

They might do so, but she was his wife, and his own work was the sun round which her mind and interest should revolve.
"Why should you be so keen about Egypt and Claridge Pasha ?" he said to her now.
Her face hardened a little.

Had he the right to torture her so?
To suspect her?
She could read it in his eyes.

Her conscience was clear.
She was no man's slave.

She would not be any man's slave.