"I hope he'll get a negative," said Erskine, with a laugh.
They came at last.
"How long have you been there, Erskine?" shouted Tiny from below. She held one end of the tripod, by which Manister was tugging her uphill.
"About ten minutes."
"Not as much, Erskine," said Ruth.
"We have been photographing that charming mosque," Manister said, as he set down the camera and wiped his forehead; "you meant us to, didn't you, Holland?"
"Of course I did."
"And have you got a negative?" asked poor Ruth.
"A month to make up her mind!" cried Erskine Holland, on hearing at second hand what had actually happened in the mosque. "No wonder he wouldn't stay and dine, and no wonder he is going back to Lisbon to-morrow. By Jove! he must be fond of her to stand it at all. To go and wait a month!"