"From Assouan, yes," she said in a voice still unsteady. "I was riding out to be by myself, and then I saw you coming, and I rode on. I thought I should like to be the first to say: 'Well done,' and 'God bless you!'"
He drew in a long breath, then looked at her keenly. "Lord Eglington is in Egypt also?" he asked.
Her face did not change. She looked him in the eyes.
"No, Eglington would not come to help you. I came to Nahoum, as I said
I would."
"Thee has a good memory," he rejoined simply. "I am a good friend," she answered, then suddenly her face flushed up, her breast panted, her eyes shone with a brightness almost intolerable to him, and he said in a low, shaking voice:
"It is all fighting, all fighting. We have done our best; and thee has made all possible."
"David!" she said in a voice scarce above a whisper.
"Thee and me have far to go," he said in a voice not louder than her own, "but our ways may not be the same."
She understood, and a newer life leaped up in her. She knew that he loved her—that was sufficient; the rest would be easier now. Sacrifice, all, would be easier. To part, yes, and for evermore; but to know that she had been truly loved—who could rob her of that?
"See," she said lightly, "your people are waiting—and there, why, there is my cousin Lacey. Tom, oh, Cousin Tom!" she called eagerly.