"Miss Beverley," he said suddenly. "May I ask you a favour? I am grateful for your sympathy, but the subject is painful.--I had rather avoid it. For the moment I am well, as you see--will you humour me by forgetting anything else? It's a holiday time, you know. A few days stolen out of the year in which to laze, and be happy, and--drift! Can't we leave it at that?" "Of course. Of course. I'm sorry!" cried Katrine eagerly. Her eyes were soft with tenderness and remorse, for this man's malady was of no ordinary type. She knew him to have been threatened by a fate a hundred times worse than death, and reproached herself for having touched so sore a wound. She nodded a glad agreement. "Yes! we will. We will just take up our friendship from _now_, and be like children living in the hour. _I've_ had a bad time, too, and for the first time for years I'm free from responsibility. It's a heady feeling, and I feel capable of being as frivolous as you please. Forward be our watchword!" "Right oh!" he called cheerily, and stretching himself stumbled to his feet. "Then let's go for a walk! One gets cramped sitting cooped in here, and there are," he lowered his voice, "so many ears! That looks like a Bedouin camp over there! You are missing all the sights... Come and look..." Katrine followed eagerly to the prow of the vessel, and beheld a small ferry-boat crossing the canal, laden with a load of vague moving shapes, which on closer investigation proved to be donkeys. On the shore a number of camels were already lying, their fore-legs tied together. As the vessel approached a donkey was pushed from the boat into the water, it went down head first, and emerged a limp and sorry object, which was nevertheless unwilling to go ashore, and struggled feebly to rejoin its companions in the boat. Next moment there was consternation on board the ferry, for the wash of the great steamboat made it rock until men and donkeys had much ado to retain their places. One turbaned figure curled up suddenly at the bottom of the boat with a donkey seated on its lap; the onlookers caught the roll of dark round eyes as the ship sped past. Even in that undignified attitude there was an air of composure about the figure, of placid acceptance of fate, while his companion cast never a glance at the towering ship with the throng of white faces leaning over the rail. To the travellers they themselves might be an unusual sight, but to the Easterners this passing to and fro was an ordinary event, of infinitely less importance than the landing of donkeys!