“You do not believe in free will?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I do not think about such things.”
“Well,” she said impatiently. “Is that all you have to say? I suppose the Marchesa and Mamie are here too.”
He hesitated and seemed to lose some of his assurance. “No, we quarrelled. The girl is insupportable. She is engaged now to a lord of sorts, an Englishman, and they are still in Cairo.”
“So you have lost her too.”
“It was your fault that Edna gave me up. You owe me something for that. And you behaved badly to me again—afterwards.”
“I did not.”
He laughed enjoyingly. “I trusted you and you took advantage of a truce to run away.”
She moved away from him, but he followed her and kept at her side.
“I never asked you to trust me. I asked you to come the next day for an answer. You came and you had it.”