“Does Madame wish to see something strange and wonderful to-night?” he asked, after a moment, looking at her sideways out of the corners of his wicked eyes, which, as Domini could see, were swift to read character and mood.
“I am going out riding.”
He looked astonished.
“In the night?”
“Yes. Batouch has gone to fetch the horses.”
Hadj’s face became a mask of sulkiness.
“If Madame goes out with Batouch she will be killed. There are robbers in the desert, and Batouch is afraid of—”
“Could we see the strange and wonderful thing in an hour?” she interrupted.
The gay and skittish expression returned instantly to his face.
“Yes, Madame.”