“We must do it again,” said Ida. “Look, there’s a hadji leaving the grounds.”
She pointed to the garden.
“A hadji?” asked Eva.
She looked towards the garden, expecting to see a Mecca pilgrim. There was nothing.
“Oh no, it’s not!” said Ida. “I thought it was a hadji. It’s nothing, only the moonlight.”
It was late. They said good-night, laughing gaily, wondering, but finding no explanation.
“I do hope this hasn’t made you ladies nervous?” said the doctor.
No, considering all things, they were not nervous. They were more amused, even though they did not understand.
It was two o’clock when they went home. The moonlight was streaming down on the town, which lay deathly still, slumbering in the velvet shadows of the gardens.