“Thee can work here,” he said. “It may not be easy for Lord Eglington to come.”
“You pressed it on him.”
Their eyes met. She suddenly saw what was in his mind.
“You know best what will help you most,” she added gently.
“You will not come?” he asked.
“I will not say I will not come—not ever,” she answered firmly. “It may be I should have to come.” Resolution was in her eyes. She was thinking of Nahoum. “I may have to come,” she added after a pause, “to do right by you.”
He read her meaning. “Thee will never come,” he continued confidently. He held out his hand. “Perhaps I shall see you in town,” she rejoined, as her hand rested in his, and she looked away. “When do you start for Egypt?”
“To-morrow week, I think,” he answered. “There is much to do.”
“Perhaps we shall meet in town,” she repeated. But they both knew they would not.
“Farewell,” he said, and picked up his hat.