“Never, except upon the roof to take a little air.”
“Doesn’t she get rather bor——”
The one eye began to look remarkably vague.
“And you find five months of this life a sufficient rest in the course of the year?”
Safti smiled at me with resignation.
“I cannot take more, Sidi; I am not a rich Englishman.”
“Well, Safti, you must make the best of your fate. It is the will of Allah that you should toil.”
“ Shal-làh! I will take another coffee, Sidi.”
“Larbi!”
I called the Kabyle boy.