"Oh!"
"I believe he only stays till to-morrow or Wednesday. He invited me to go over to his boat and have a look at it this afternoon."
"Are you going?"
"I told him I'd let him know. Shall I go?"
"Don't you want to?"
"I should like to see the boat, but—you see, he's half an Oriental, and perhaps he didn't think it was the proper thing to do, but—"
"He didn't invite me. Why should he? Go, Nigel. You want a man's society sometimes. You mustn't always sit in my pocket. And besides, you're just off to the Fayyûm. I must get accustomed to an occasional lonely hour."
He pressed his hand on hers.
"I shall soon come back. And soon you shall come with me there."
"I love this place," she said. "Are there any letters for me?"