The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 4Parker, Gilbert
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The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 4
Parker, Gilbert
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The Consul-General hesitated for an instant, and then said: "There is no
help to be had for you or for what you are doing in that quarter." He
lowered his voice. "I fear Lord Eglington does not favour you; and he
controls the Foreign Minister. I am very sorry. I have done my best,
but my colleagues, the other consuls, are busy--with Lord Eglington."
David turned his head away for an instant. Strange how that name sent a
thrill through him, stirred his blood! He did not answer the Consul-
General, and the latter continued:
"Is there any hope? Is the breach with Kaid complete?"
David smiled gravely. "We shall see presently. I have made no change in
my plans on the basis of a breach."
At that moment he caught sight of Nahoum some distance away and moved
towards him. Out of the corner of his eye Nahoum saw David coming, and
edged away towards that point where Kaid would enter, and where the crowd
was greater. As he did so Kaid appeared. A thrill went through the
chamber. Contrary to his custom, he was dressed in the old native
military dress of Mehemet Ali. At his side was a jewelled scimitar, and
in his turban flashed a great diamond. In his hand he carried a snuff-
box, covered with brilliants, and on his breast were glittering orders.
The eyes of the reactionaries flashed with sinister pleasure when they
saw Kaid. This outward display of Orientalism could only be a reflex of
the mind. It was the outer symbol of Kaid's return to the spirit of the
old days, before the influence of the Inglesi came upon him. Every
corrupt and intriguing mind had a palpitation of excitement.
In Nahoum the sight of Kaid produced mixed feelings. If, indeed, this
display meant reaction towards an entourage purely Arab, Egyptian, and
Muslim, then it was no good omen for his Christian self. He drew near,
and placed himself where Kaid could see him. Kaid's manner was cheerful,
but his face showed the effect of suffering, physical and mental.
Presently there entered behind him Sharif Bey, whose appearance was the
signal for a fresh demonstration. Now, indeed, there could be no doubt
as to Kaid's reaction. Yet if Sharif had seen Mizraim's face evilly
gloating near by he would have been less confident.
David was standing where Kaid must see him, but the Effendina gave no
sign of recognition. This was so significant that the enemies of David
rejoiced anew. The day of the Inglesi was over. Again and again did
Kaid's eye wander over David's head.
David remained calm and watchful, neither avoiding nor yet seeking the
circle in which Kaid moved. The spirit with which he had entered the
room, however, remained with him, even when he saw Kaid summon to him
some of the most fanatical members of the court circle, and engage them
in talk for a moment. But as this attention grew more marked, a cloud
slowly gathered in the far skies of his mind.
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