"Perhaps he will like the Nile so much that he will not come back."
He looked into her eyes. She heard the snarl of a camel.
"Your camel is ready," he said.
They walked towards the fire where Ibrahim was awaiting them. Before Mrs. Armine had settled herself in the palanquin Baroudi moved away without another word, and as the camel rose, complaining in the night, she saw him lift the canvas of the Ghawázee's tent and disappear within it.
When she reached the camp by the lake, Nigel had not returned. She undressed quickly, got into bed, and lay there shivering, though heavy blankets covered her.
Just at dawn Nigel came back.
Then she shut her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Always she was shivering.