"The Pasha," he said, addressing X, "said you wanted something for tea which the English always have, only I did not understand what it was."
"Oh," said X, turning to me, "what was it?"
I kicked X.
"Biscuits," I said.
"No," said Arten, persistently, "it wasn't biscuits; it was something which you don't usually have."
I gave Arten the look which he had learnt to associate with the advisability of his own retreat. The Young Man smiled again and looked the other way.
"Yes," he said, "I don't know where we should be very often without biscuits in this country; they are so easy to carry."
I knew then that he had heard.
The Young Man stayed about half an hour and then rose to go. His camp had gone on, and it was a two hours' ride to the place where they would spend the night.
When he had departed X and I thought it over.