They looked at each other in silence. Then Mrs. Armine said:
"Is the shutter quite safe now?"
"Suttinly."
"Then good night, Ibrahim."
"Good night, my lady."
He went over to the door.
"Suttinly the ginnee him bin in the room to-night," he said, solemnly.
She tried to smile at this absurdity, but her lips refused to obey her will.
"Who should he come for?" she asked.
"I dunno. P'raps he come to meet my Lord Arminigel. It is bad night to-night. Mohammed him die to-night. Him die on the night from Sunday Monday."