“Where will you be?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know. I won’t think of the afterwards now, in these last few hours—in these last——”
Her voice faltered and broke. Then the tears came to her also, and for a while she could not see the distant lights.
Then she spoke again; she said:
“Boris, let us go now.”
He got up without a word. They found the carriage and drove back to Tunis.
When they reached the hotel they came into the midst of the American tourists, who were excitedly discussing the dances they had seen, and calling for cooling drinks to allay the thirst created by the heat of the close rooms of Oriental houses.
Early next morning a carriage was at the door. When they had got into it the coachman looked round.
“Where shall I drive to, Monsieur?”
Androvsky looked at him and made no reply.