“She is travelling with Lord Braydon. She is a great friend of Lady Betty Lambe, his daughter.”
“That pretty girl?”
“Yes. Shall I introduce you?”
“I should be delighted.”
A moment later Bellairs was sitting with the two ladies and talking of Egypt. It seemed to him that they were the first nurses to dandle his new baby-nature, this nature which Egypt had given to him, and which only to-night he had definitely accepted. Perhaps this fact quickly cemented their acquaintance. At any rate, a distinct friendship began to walk in their conversation, and Bellairs found himself listening to Mdlle. Leroux, and looking at Lady Betty, with a great deal of interest and of admiration. Presently the former said:—
“I knew you would be introduced to us to-night.”
Bellairs was surprised.
“When?” he asked.
“When we passed you just now on the bank of the Nile.”