"But you will not tell Claridge Pasha until I have told her ladyship and I give you leave?
Promise that," she urged.
"I will not tell him until then," he answered.

"Look, look, your grace," he added, suddenly pointing towards the southern horizon, "there he comes! Ay, 'tis Our Man, I doubt not--Our Man evermore!" Miles away there appeared on the horizon a dozen camels being ridden towards Assouan.
"Our Man evermore," repeated the Duchess, with a trembling smile.

"Yes, it is surely he.

See, the soldiers are moving.

They're going to ride out to meet him." She made a gesture towards the far shore where Kaid's men were saddling their horses, and to Nahoum's and Kaid's dahabiehs, where there was a great stir.
"There's one from Hamley will meet them first," Soolsby said, and pointed to where Hylda, in the desert, was riding towards the camels coming out of the south.
The Duchess threw up her hands.