"Baroudi! Baroudi! Baroudi!"
She could belong to Baroudi openly at last. In this moment she even forgot herself, forgot to think of her appearance. Within her there was a woman who could genuinely feel. And that woman asserted herself now.
The boat touched the Loulia's side. A Nubian appeared. The singing on board abruptly ceased. Mrs. Armine quickly stood up in the boat.
"Go to Luxor, Ibrahim! Go at once!"
"I goin' quick, my lady."
She sprang on board and stood to see him go. Only when the boat had diminished upon the dark water did she turn round. She was face to face with Hamza.
"Hamza!" she said, startled.
His almond-shaped eyes regarded her, and she thought a menace was in them. Even in the midst of her fiery excitement she felt a touch of something that was cold as fear is cold.
"Yes," he said.
"I must see Mahmoud Baroudi."