"Voilà, madame!"
"Mon Dieu!" said Mrs. Armine.
She stared at the water, and repeated her exclamation.
"That makes pity to think that madame—"
"Have you put in the eau de paradis?"
"But certainly, madame."
"Very well then—ugh!"
She shuddered with disgust as the rich brown water of the Nile came up to her breast, to her chin.
"And to think that it looked golden," she murmured, "when we were standing on the bank!"