The poet displayed a large surprise.
“But I will accompany Madame to the station. I will—”
“It is not necessary.”
Batouch looked offended but obstinate. His ample person became almost rigid.
“If I am not at the station, Madame, what will Hadj think, and Ali, and Ouardi, and—”
“They will be there?”
“Of course, Madame. Where else should they be? Does Madame wish to leave us like a thief in the night, or like—”
“No, no, Batouch. I am very grateful to you all, but especially to you.”
Batouch began to smile.
“Madame has entered into our hearts as no other stranger has ever done,” he remarked. “Madame understands the Arabs. We shall all come to say au revoir and to wish Madame and Monsieur a happy journey.”