Ibrahim's soft eyes had become suddenly sharp and bright.
"Do you know Mahmoud Baroudi, my lady?"
"We met him on the ship coming from Naples."
"Very big--big as Rameses the Second, the statue of the King hisself what you see before you at the Ramesseum--eyes large as mine, and hair over them what goes like that!"
He put up his brown hands and suddenly sketched Baroudi's curiously shaped eyebrows.
Mrs. Armine nodded. Ibrahim stretched out his arm towards the Nile.
"Those are his Noobian peoples. They come from his dahabeeyah. It is at Luxor, waiting for him. They have nuthin' to do, and so they make the fantasia to-night."
"He is coming here to Luxor?"
Ibrahim nodded his head calmly.
"He is comin' here to Luxor, my lady, very nice man, very good man. He is as big as Rameses the Second, and he is as rich as the Khedive. He has money--as much as that."
He threw out his arms, as if trying to indicate the proportions of a great world or of an enormous ocean.
"Here comes my gentleman!" he added, suddenly dropping his arms.
Nigel returned from the darkness of the garden.
"Hulloh, Ibrahim!"
"Hulloh, my gentleman!"
"Keeping your mistress company while I was gone? That is right."
Ibrahim smiled, and sauntered away, going towards the bank of the Nile. His golden robe faded among the little trunks of the orange-trees.
"It was the gardener's dog," said Nigel, letting himself down into his chair with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've made him feed the poor brute. It was nearly starving. That's why it came to us."
"I see."
"Al-lah!" he murmured, saying the word like an Eastern man.
He looked into her eyes.
"The first word you hear in the night from Egypt, Ruby, Egypt's night greeting to you. I have heard that song up the river in Nubia often, but--oh, it's so different now!"
During her long experience in a life that had been complex and full of changes, Mrs. Armine had heard the sound of love many times in the voices of men. But she had never heard till this moment Nigel's full sound of love. There was something in it that she did not know how to reply to, though she had the instinct of the great courtesan to make the full and perfect reply to the desires of the man with whom she had schemed to ally herself. She owed this reply to him, but she owed it how much more to something within herself! But there existed within him a hunger for which she had no food. Why did he show this hunger to her? Already its demonstration had tried her temper, but to-night, for the first time, she felt her whole being set on edge by it. Nevertheless, she was determined he should not see this, and she answered very quietly: "I am hearing this song for the first time with you, so I shall always associate it with you."