“You—you are Medjid Bey?” she breathed.
“That is my name, lady.”
“You own this yacht?”
“The Kayala is mine.”
“Do you know what you are doing?”
“I think so.”
“You are committing a crime! I have never harmed you. I am a helpless girl. You look like a gentleman. I appeal to your manhood, your honor! Before it is too late, turn back and set me free. Have no part in this wicked deed. Bunol has lied to you. He has led you to think he has been wronged. It is false! He is a scoundrel of the blackest dye, and he has committed all the wrongs. My brother is back there in Cairo. He will be distracted. My friends are there. They will be pained. Take me back—please take me back! I beg—I entreat——”
She fell on her knees, seeking to clasp his hands.
“My dear lady, I beg you rise. It pains me to see you thus distressed.”
“You will listen? You will take me back to my friends?”