"I know I shan't sleep," she said.
"Why not?"
"Sennier's playing has stirred me up too much."
"Resolve quietly to sleep, and I think you will."
Charmian did not tell Susan that she was quite incapable at that moment of resolving quietly on anything.
She lay awake nearly all night.
Meanwhile Mrs. Shiffney, Madame Sennier, and Max Elliot were in the night-train travelling to Constantine.
It had all been arranged with Mrs. Shiffney's usual apparently careless abruptness. In the afternoon, after a little talk with Henriette in the garden of the St. George, she had called the composer and Max Elliot on to the big terrace, and had said:
"I feel dull. Nothing special to do here, is there? Let's all run away to Biskra. We can take Timgad and all the rest on the way."
Max Elliot had looked at her for a moment rather sharply. Then his mind had been diverted by the lamentations of the composer, calling attention to the danger he ran in venturing near to Armand Gillier.