"All the boats are going southwards to-day," she said.
"The breeze is from the north," he answered, prosaically.
"I want to go further up the Nile."
"If you go, you should take a dahabeeyah."
"Like the Loulia. But I am sure there is not a second Loulia on the Nile."
"Do you think you would like to live for a time upon my Loulia?"
She nodded, without speaking.
More lateen sails went by, like wings. The effect of them was bizarre, seen thus from a distance and without the bodies to which they were attached. They became mysterious, and Mrs. Armine was conscious of their mystery. With Baroudi she felt strangeness, mystery, romance, things she had either as a rule ignored or openly jeered at during many years of her life. Did she feel them because he did? The question could not be answered till she knew more of what he felt.
"Perhaps it will be so. Perhaps you will live upon the Loulia," he said.
"How could I? And when?"