He threw out his arms, as if trying to indicate the proportions of a great world or of an enormous ocean.
"Here comes my gentleman!" he added, suddenly dropping his arms.
Nigel returned from the darkness of the garden.
"Hulloh, Ibrahim!"
"Hulloh, my gentleman!"
"Keeping your mistress company while I was gone? That is right."
Ibrahim smiled, and sauntered away, going towards the bank of the Nile. His golden robe faded among the little trunks of the orange-trees.
"It was the gardener's dog," said Nigel, letting himself down into his chair with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've made him feed the poor brute. It was nearly starving. That's why it came to us."
"I see."
"Al-lah!" he murmured, saying the word like an Eastern man.