Two years after the breakdown they were in London, and there Helena met Lord Nuneham on one of his few visits to England. The great Proconsul, who had heard what she had done, was most favourably impressed by her, and as she talked to him, he said to himself, "This girl has the blood of the great women of the Bible, the Deborahs who were mothers in Israel, aye, and the Jaels who avenged her." At that time the post of Major-General to the British Army in Egypt was shortly to become vacant, and by Lord Nuneham’s influence it was offered to Graves. Six months later father and daughter arrived in Cairo. It had been an exciting time, but Helena had managed everything, and the General had borne up manfully until they took possession of the house assigned to them, a renovated old palace on the edge of the Citadel. Then in a moment he had collapsed, and fallen from his chair to the floor. Helena had lifted him in her strong arms, laid him on the couch, and sent his Aide-de-camp for the Medical Officer in charge. Consciousness came back quickly, and Helena laughed through the tears that had gathered in her great eyes, but the surgeon continued to look grave. "Has the General ever had attacks like this before?" he asked. "Never that I know of," said Helena. "He must be kept quiet. I’ll see him in the morning." Next day the Medical Officer had no doubts of his diagnosis—heart-disease, quite unmistakably. The news had to be broken to the General, and he bore it bravely, but thinking of Helena he made one request—that nothing should be said on the subject. If the fact were known at the War Office he might be retired, and there could be no necessity for that until the army was put on active service. "But isn’t the army always on active service in Egypt, sir?" said the surgeon. "Technically perhaps, not really," said the General. "In any case I’m not afraid, and I ask you to keep the matter quiet." "As you please, sir." "You and I and Helena must be the only ones to know anything about it." "Very well, but you must promise to take care. Any undue excitement, any over-exertion, any outburst of anger even——" "It shall not occur—I give you my word for it," said the General. But it had occurred, not once but frequently during the twelve months following. It occurred after Gordon asked for Helena, and again last night, the moment the General reached his bedroom on his return from the Khedivial Club. He was better next morning, and then Helena took up the letter from Lord Nuneham. "Read it," said the General, and Helena read— "DEAR GENERAL,—Gordon is here, and I will send him up to tell you what I think it necessary to do in order to put an end to the riots at Alexandria and make an example of the ringleaders. "The chief of them is the Arab preacher, Ishmael Ameer, and I propose that we bring him up to Cairo immediately, try him by Special Tribunal, and despatch him without delay to our new penal settlement in the Soudan.