She felt just then that she could not endure it if he were always intent on her in the Fayyûm. And yet she wished him to be her slave, and she always wished to be adored by men. But now there was something within her which might, perhaps, in the fulness of time even get the upper hand of her vanity.
"We'll see," he answered. "It'll be all right about the work, Ruby. You see the Pyramids well now."
She looked across the flats to those great tombs which draw the world to their feet.
"I wish it wasn't so horribly cold," she said.
And Baroudi was away in the gold of the south, and perhaps with the "Full Moon."
"It won't be half so bad when we get to Mena House. There's always a wind on this road in winter."
"And in the Fayyūm? Will it be cold there?"
"No, not like this. Only at nights it gets cold sometimes, and there's often a thick mist."
"A thick mist!"
"But we shall be warm and cosy in our tent, and we shall know nothing about it."