"I didn't say that."
"Would you care much what way it was if it gave the enjoyment?"
"Would you?"
"I! Certainly not. But—I am not like Mr. Armeen."
He slightly mispronounced the name.
"Mr. Armine?" she said. "What about him?"
"Would he not think that some things one might do and many things one must not do? All the Englishmen are like that. Oh, dear, if one does the thing they think wrong! Oh, dear! Oh, Law!"
He took away his hand from his throat, held it up, then slapped it down upon his knee.
"My word!" he added, smiling, and always searching her eyes with his. "It is worse than to eat pig by daylight in Ramadan would seem to an Egyptian."
"Do you dislike the English?"