"Hamza is coming?"
"Suttinly."
She was conscious of a sensation of relief that was yet mingled with a faint feeling of dread.
"Why—why should Hamza come with us?" she asked.
"To be your donkey-boy. Hamza he very good donkey-boy."
"I don't know—I am not sure whether I shall want Hamza in the Fayyūm."
Ibrahim looked at her with a smiling face.
"In the Fayyūm you will never find good donkey-boy, my lady, but you will do always what you like. If you not like to take Hamza, Hamza very sad, very cryin' indeed, but Hamza he stay here. You do always what you think."
When he had finished speaking, she knew that Hamza would accompany them; she knew that Baroudi had ordered that Hamza was to come.
"We will see later on," she said, as if she had a will in this matter.