He turned to me with a puzzled look, and then, recognizing me, seized
my hand. After expressions of surprise on either side, hearing that I
meant to spend the night in Alexandria, he asked me to dine with him at
the English Club. When we met again I declared my astonishment at
finding him there. It was a very modest position that he occupied, and
there was about him an air of straitened circumstance. Then he told me
his story. When he set out on his holiday in the Mediterranean he had
every intention of returning to London and his appointment at St.
Thomas’s. One morning the tramp docked at Alexandria, and from the deck
he looked at the city, white in the sunlight, and the crowd on the
wharf; he saw the natives in their shabby gabardines, the blacks from
the Soudan, the noisy throng of Greeks and Italians, the grave Turks in
tarbooshes, the sunshine and the blue sky; and something happened to
him. He could not describe it. It was like a thunder-clap, he said, and
then, dissatisfied with this, he said it was like a revelation.
Something seemed to twist his heart, and suddenly he felt an
exultation, a sense of wonderful freedom. He felt himself at home, and
he made up his mind there and then, in a minute, that he would live the
rest of his life in Alexandria. He had no great difficulty in leaving
the ship, and in twenty-four hours, with all his belongings, he was on
shore.
“The Captain must have thought you as mad as a hatter,” I smiled.
“I didn’t care what anybody thought. It wasn’t I that acted, but
something stronger within me. I thought I would go to a little Greek
hotel, while I looked about, and I felt I knew where to find one. And
do you know, I walked straight there, and when I saw it, I recognised
it at once.”
“Had you been to Alexandria before?”
“No; I’d never been out of England in my life.”
Presently he entered the Government service, and there he had been ever
since.
“Have you never regretted it?”
“Never, not for a minute. I earn just enough to live upon, and I’m
satisfied. I ask nothing more than to remain as I am till I die. I’ve
had a wonderful life.”
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