"Some holy man, I suppose. Oh, I know. Holy man indeed! Shake hands with him and count your rings, General! Another impostor riding on the people’s backs, and they can’t see it, the stupids! But the camel never can see his hump—not he! Good-bye, girl. Get married soon and keep together as long as you can. Stretch your legs to the length of your bed, my dear—why shouldn’t you? Say good-bye to Gordon? ... Certainly, where is he?" At that moment Gordon was listening with head down to something the General was saying with intense feeling. "The only way to deal with religious impostors who sow disaffection among the people is to suppress them with a strong hand. Why not? Fear of their followers? They’re fit for nothing but to pray in their mosques, ’Away with the English, O Lord, but give us water in due measure!’ Fight? Not for an instant! There isn’t an ounce of courage in a hundred of them, and a score of good soldiers would sweep all the native Egyptians of Alexandria into the sea." Then Gordon, who had not yet spoken, lifted his head and answered, in a rather nervous voice— "No, no, no, sir! Ill usage may have made these people cowards in the old days, but proper treatment since has made them men, and there wasn’t an Egyptian fellah on the field to-day who wouldn’t have followed me into the jaws of death if I had told him to. As for our being aliens in religion"—the nervous voice became louder and at the same time more tremulous—"that isn’t everything. We’re aliens in sympathy and brotherhood and even in common courtesy as well. What is the honest truth about us? Here we are to help the Egyptians to regenerate their country, yet we neither eat nor drink nor associate with them. How can we hope to win their hearts while we hold them at arm’s length? We’ve given them water, yes, water in abundance, but have we given them—love?" The woman in Gordon had leapt out before he knew it, and he had swung a little aside as if ashamed, while the men cleared their throats, and the Princess, notwithstanding that she had been abusing her own people, suddenly melted in the eyes, and muttered to herself, "Oh, our God!" and then, reaching over to kiss Helena, whispered in her ear— "You’ve got the best of the bunch, my dear, and if England would only send us a few more of his sort we should hear less of ’Long live Egypt.’ Now, General, you can see me to my carriage if you would like to. By-bye, young people!" At that moment the native servant to whom the Consul-General had given the note came up and gave it to Gordon, who read it and then handed it to Helena. It ran— "Come to me immediately. Have something to say to you.—N." "We’ll drive you to the Agency in the car," said Helena, and they moved away together.