Hamza went away.
"That's a marvellous fellow you've got," said Isaacson.
Although he spoke almost under his breath, he managed to introduce into his voice the quiet sound of a man of the world very much at his ease, and with a pleasant half-hour before him. "I saw him praying this afternoon."
"Praying?"
"Yes, when he brought your note."
A look of horror crept over her face, and was gone in an instant.
"Oh, all these people pray."
She sat more forward on the divan, almost like one about to get up. Isaacson crossed one leg over the other.
"What you told me this morning did make me uneasy about your husband," he said, leaving the Mohammedan world abruptly.
"Then I must have spoken very carelessly," she said, quickly.