"Why was that?"
"He'd been reading all the notices about Harwich, and they'd utterly upset him."
Suddenly she noticed the tiny drops of blood on her fingers.
"Oh!" she said.
She put her hand up to the front of her gown, drew out a handkerchief, and pressed her fingers with it.
"How stupid of me!"
Hamza appeared.
"Ah, the felucca is ready!" said Mrs. Armine.
Isaacson leaned back quietly, and made himself comfortable on the broad divan.
"In a minute, Hamza!" she said.