"Yes, yes!" Her heart was beating furiously.
"Osman, the guide who brought me here, will be waiting with camels on the other side of the river."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"We are to ride as far as Atbara, and take train from there to the Red Sea."
"And what then?"
"God knows what then. We must wait for the direction of fate. America, perhaps, as we always hoped and intended."
She looked quickly round, then took his face between her hands and kissed him.
"To-morrow morning at four o'clock," she whispered.
"At four," he repeated.
A thousand thoughts were flashing through her mind, but she asked no further questions, and at the next moment she went off to her own quarters.