"Knows! Who has told him?"
"I have!"
As he looked at her, she grew quite cold, as if she had been plunged into icy water.
"You have told him about me?" he said.
"Not all about you! But he knows that—that I made him ill, that I wished him to die. I told him, because I wanted to get away. I had to get away—and be with you...."
The bracelets on the arms of the Eastern girl jingled as she moved behind Mrs. Armine.
"Send her away! Send her away!" Mrs. Armine repeated.
"Hamza!"
Baroudi called, but not loudly. Hamza came in at the door.
Baroudi spoke to him quickly in Arabic. A torrent of words that sounded angry, as Arabic words do to those from the Western world, rushed out of his throat. What did they mean? Mrs. Armine did not know. But she did know that her fate was in them.