“Well, it seems the wisest thing to do as yet. You have lived a long time in Egypt, you should know what Oriental rule is. Question: Is one bite of a cherry better than no bite of a cherry? Egypt is like a circus, but there are wild horses in the ring, and you can’t ride them just as you like. If you keep them inside the barriers, that’s something. Of course, Kingsley made a mistake in a way. He didn’t start his desert-city and his slavery without the consent of the Khedive; he shouldn’t have stopped it and gone out of business without the same consent. It cut down the Effendina’s tribute.” He spoke slowly, counting every word, watching the effect upon her. He had much to watch, and he would have seen more if he had known women better. “He has abandoned the mines--his city--and slavery?” she asked chokingly, confusedly. It seemed hard for her to speak. “Yes, yes, didn’t you know? Didn’t he tell you?” She shook her head. She was thinking back-remembering their last conversation, remembering how sharp and unfriendly she had been with him. He had even then freed his slaves, had given her slaves to free. “I wonder what made him do it?” added Dicky. “He had made a great fortune--poor devil, he needed it, for the estates were sweating under the load. I wonder what made him do it?” She looked at him bewilderedly for a moment, then, suddenly, some faint suspicion struck her. “You should know. You joined with him in deceiving me at Assiout.” “But, no,” he responded quickly, and with rare innocence, “the situation was difficult. You already knew him very well, and it was the force of circumstances--simply the force of circumstances. Bad luck--no more. He was innocent, mine was the guilt. I confess I was enjoying the thing, because--because, you see he had deceived me, actually deceived me, his best friend. I didn’t know he knew you personally, till you two met on that veranda at Assiout, and--” “And you made it difficult for him to explain at once--I remember.” “I’m afraid I did. I’ve got a nasty little temper at times, and I had a chance to get even. Then things got mixed, and Foulik Pasha upset the whole basket of plums. Besides, you see, I’m a jealous man, an envious man, and you never looked so well as you did that day, unless it’s to-day.” She was about to interrupt him, but he went on. “I had begun to feel that we might have been better friends, you and I; that--that I might have helped you more; that you had not had the sympathy you deserved; that civilisation was your debtor, and that--” “No, no, no, you must not speak that way to me,” she interposed with agitation. “It--it is not necessary. It doesn’t bear on the matter. And you’ve always been a good friend--always a good friend,” she added with a little friendly quiver in her voice, for she was not quite sure of herself.