“Thee will go?” asked David, with a movement towards her.
She inclined her head. “We have finished our business, and it is late,” she answered.
David looked at Nahoum. “Thee will rest here, pasha, in peace. In a moment I will return.” He took up his hat.
There was a sudden flash of Nahoum’s eyes, as though he saw an outcome of the intention which pleased him, but Hylda, saw the flash, and her senses were at once alarmed.
“There is no need to accompany me,” she said. “My cousin waits for me.”
David opened the door leading into the court-yard. It was dark, save for the light of a brazier of coals. A short distance away, near the outer gate, glowed a star of red light, and the fragrance of a strong cigar came over.
“Say, looking for me?” said a voice, and a figure moved towards David. “Yours to command, pasha, yours to command.” Lacey from Chicago held out his hand.
“Thee is welcome, friend,” said David.
“She’s ready, I suppose. Wonderful person, that. Stands on her own feet every time. She don’t seem as though she came of the same stock as me, does she?”
“I will bring her if thee will wait, friend.”