"When he comes," she said, "he will take me away to the Fayyûm."
"Yes. The Fayyûm is very nice place, very good place indeed. There is everythin' there; there is jackal, pidgin, duck, lots and lots of sugar-cane; there is water, there is palm-trees; there is everythin' what any one him want."
"Ah!" she said.
She got up, with a nervously violent movement.
"What's the good of all that to you?" she said. "You're not going with us to the Fayyūm, I suppose."
He said nothing.
"Are you?" she exclaimed.
"Suttinly."
"You are coming. How do you know? Has Mr. Armine told you?"
"My lord, he tell me nothin', but I comin' with you, and Hamza him comin' too."