"Yes, anywhere, by daylight, except to social affairs. There, or to any in-door entertainment, you must take her. But she'll know all these things. Abide always by her decision." "But won't you be with me, Carr? You speak as if I will be much without you." "I'm awfully busy, Pauline; I'll tell you all about it this evening. Then you'll understand. Here we are at Shepheard's. Did you ever see such a horde of freaks?" It was just about dusk. The last rays of the Egyptian sunset were lingering, as if for Pauline to get one glimpse of the picture by their rainbow lights. Many were at tea on the broad Terrace; the scarlet-coated band crashed their brasses; and Pauline entered the hotel, her whole being responding to the strange thrill that Cairo gives even to the most phlegmatic visitor or jaded tourist. Later, at dinner, she met Mrs. MacDonald, a correct, tactful and diplomatic widow, who looked forward with pleasure to the chaperonage of the beautiful girl to whom she was introduced. At Loria's advice, Pauline had put on evening dress; and she made a striking picture, in black tulle, devoid of all jewelry or ornament save a breast-knot of purple orchids her cousin had sent to her rooms. At dinner, conversation was general, and the trio was made a quartet by the addition of an English friend of Loria's whom he ran across in the hotel lobby. Later, after they had had their coffee in the great hall, Mrs. MacDonald and the Englishman strolled away and the cousins were left alone. "How beautiful you have grown, Pauline," Carr said, his eyes resting on her piquant face, crowned with its mass of soft, dark hair. "Speak for yourself, John," she returned smiling up into the handsome, sunburned face of the man who scrutinized her. "You have acquired not only a becoming tan, but a new air of distinction." "Glad you think so, girlie. Thanks a whole lot. How do you like the MacDonald?" "Very much so far. She won't try to boss me, will she?" "Not unless you make it necessary; but you must remember that English etiquette obtains in Cairo, and you mustn't try to be unconventional, except as Mrs. MacDonald approves." "Oh, I won't disgrace you, Carr, I've common sense, I hope. Now tell me about yourself." "I'm deep in a new project, Polly, a wonderful one. It's an enormous undertaking, but I shall put it through all right." "What is it? Excavation?" "In a way. But here's the story. Mind, now, it's a dead secret. Don't mention it to Mrs. Mac. I trust you with it, but it must go no further. Well, in a word, I've come into possession of an old papyrus, that tells of a treasure----" "Oh, Carr, are you a treasure-seeker?"