"Do you mind if we go home?" she said.
"You have had enough of it already?"
"No, not that; but—I'm tired," she said.
As she spoke, skilfully, without appearing to do so, she led him to look towards the little group of the Murchisons and the Haymans; led him to pity her for their observation, and to take that as the cause of her wish to go. Perhaps it was partly the cause, but not wholly, and not as she made him believe it.
"Ill take you home at once," Nigel said, tenderly.
When they were outside Baroudi bade them good-bye, and invited them to tea on the Loulia—so his dahabeeyah was called—on the following day.
"In the evening I may start for Armant," he said. "Will it bore you to come, madame?"
He spoke politely, but rather perfunctorily, and she answered with much the same tone.
"Thanks, I shall be delighted. Good-night. The music was delicious."
His tall figure went away in the dark.