"No, no, you shall have the felucca."
She touched an electric bell. Hamza came.
"The felucca, Hamza."
"Yes."
He went.
"They'll get it ready."
She moved some cushions. Isaacson noticed a yellowish tinge about her temples, just beyond the corners of her eyes above the cheek-bones. Most of her face was not made up, though there were one or two dabs of powder as well as the rouge.
"They'll get it ready in a moment," she repeated.
She turned towards him, smiling suddenly.
"And so you felt uneasy, and thought you'd hear a little more, and came at night so as not to startle or disturb him. That was good of you. The fact is, I didn't tell him I had met you to-day. I intended to, but when I got here I gave up the idea."