“But—let me see you to the gate. On Fridays——”
He was turning to Domini when she got up too.
“Don’t you distribute alms on Fridays?” she said.
“How should you know it?”
“I have heard all about you. But is this the hour?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see the distribution.”
“And we will speed Monsieur Androvsky on his way at the same time.”
She noticed that there was no question in his mind of her going with Androvsky. Did she mean to go with him? She had not decided yet.
They walked towards the gate and were soon on the great sweep of sand before the villa. A murmur of many voices was audible outside in the desert, nasal exclamations, loud guttural cries that sounded angry, the twittering of flutes and the snarl of camels.