Androvsky looked at the old man again, this time with profound attention.
“Isn’t it?” she said. “Isn’t it as if he were cursing God while the whole world worshipped? And that one cry of hatred seems louder than the praises of the whole world.”
“We can’t stop it.”
Something in his voice made her say abruptly:
“Do you wish to stop it?”
He did not answer. The old man struck at the mosque and shrieked. Domini shuddered.
“I can’t stay here,” she said.
At this moment Mustapha appeared, followed by the guardian of the mosque, who carried two pairs of tattered slippers.
“Monsieur and Madame must take off their boots. Then I will show the mosque.”
Domini put on the slippers hastily, and went into the mosque without waiting to see whether Androvsky was following. And the old man’s furious cry pursued her through the doorway.