Bella Donna Part 118
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The man went away. Slowly the morning pa.s.sed. Twelve o'clock came, but the messenger did not return. Mrs. Armine had lunch in her room, but she could scarcely eat anything. After lunch she ordered very strong coffee.
As she was drinking her second cup, there was a tap on the door. She cried, "Come in," and the messenger reappeared.
"Well?" she said. "Well?"
The man looked at her as if her voice had startled him.
"The gentleman has not come in, ma'am."
"When is he coming in?"
"I don't know, ma'am."
"Is he in Cairo?"
"I don't know, ma'am."
"What do you know? What's the good of you? What are you here for? Go back at once, and find out whether the gentleman is in Cairo or not."
The messenger went out rather hurriedly.
Mrs. Armine was shaking. She had felt inclined to attack the man, to beat him for his stupidity, as slaves are often beaten by their masters when they do wrong. When she was alone, she uttered two or three incoherent exclamations. Her body was burning with a sort of cruel, dry heat. She felt parched all over. An hour pa.s.sed, and at length she again heard a tap. The messenger came in, and very sulkily said:
"The gentleman was in Cairo last night, ma'am."
"What I want to know is whether he is in Cairo now!" she exclaimed, angrily.
"They don't know, ma'am."
"Don't know! They must know!"
"They don't know, ma'am."
"I tell you they must know!"
"They don't know, ma'am."
She sprang up, tingling. She didn't know what she was going to do, but as she faced him the expression in the messenger's eyes recalled her to a sense of the proprieties. Without another word, she gave him some money and turned her back on him. When she heard the door close, she no longer controlled herself, until suddenly once more she remembered her ravaged face.
She went into her bedroom and after half an hour she came out dressed for driving. She was resolved to go herself to Baroudi's house. After all these months of slavish obedience and of fear, something rose up within her, something that had pa.s.sed for the moment beyond obedience and even beyond fear, that was fiercely determined, that was reckless of consequences. She engaged a victoria and drove to Baroudi's house. It was on the outskirts of Cairo, near the Nile, on the Island of Gezira. A garden surrounded it, enclosed by high walls and entered by tall gates of elaborately-wrought ironwork. These gates were shut and the coachman pulled up his horses. Inside, on the left, there was a lodge from which there now came a tall Arab. Mrs. Armine got quickly out of the carriage, pa.s.sed the horses, and stood looking through the gate.
"Is Mahmoud Baroudi in Cairo?" she said, in French.
The Arab said something in Arabic.
"Is Baroudi Effendi in Cairo?" Mrs. Armine said in English.
"Yes, I think," replied the man, in careful English, speaking slowly.
"In the city?"
"I think."
She took her purse, opened it, and gave him some money.
"Where?"
"I dunno."
"When will he be back here?"
"I dunno."
She felt inclined to scream.
"Will he come back to-night, do you think?"
"I dunno. Sometimes stay in Cairo all night."
"But he has not gone away? He is not away from Cairo? He is in Cairo?"
"I s'pose."
They stood for a moment staring at each other through the dividing gate.
The man's eyes were absolutely expressionless. He looked as if he were half asleep. Mrs. Armine turned away, and got into the carriage.
"Go back to Shepheard's."
The coachman smacked his whip. The horses trotted.
When she reached Shepheard's, she resolved to spend the whole afternoon upon the terrace. By chance Baroudi might come there. It was not at all improbable. She had heard it said that almost every one who was any one, in Cairo, either came to Shepheard's or might be seen pa.s.sing by in the afternoon hours. She took an arm-chair near the railing, with a table beside it. She bought papers, a magazine, and sat there, sometimes pretending to read, but always looking, looking, at the men coming up and down the steps, at the men walking and driving by in the crowded street. Tea-time came. She ordered tea. She drank it slowly. Her head was aching. Her eyes were tired with examining so many faces of men. But still she watched, till evening began to fall and within the house behind her the deep note of a gong sounded, announcing the half-hour before dinner. What more could she do? Mechanically she began to gather the papers together. She supposed she must go in. The terrace was almost deserted. She was just about to get up, when two men, one English, the other American, came up the steps and sat down at a table near her. One of these men was Starnworth, whom she did not know, and of whom she had never heard. He ordered an aperitif, and plunged into conversation with his companion. They talked about Cairo. Mrs. Armine sat still and listened. Starnworth began to describe the native quarters. Presently he spoke of the has.h.i.+sh cafe to which he had taken Isaacson. He told his friend where it was. Mrs. Armine heard the name of the street, Bab-el Meteira. Then he spoke of the rich Egyptians who frequented the cafe, and he mentioned the name of Baroudi. Almost immediately afterwards he and his companion got up and strolled into the hotel.
That night, quietly dressed and veiled, Mrs. Armine, accompanied by a native guide, made a pilgrimage into the strange places of the city; stayed long, very long, beneath the blackened roof of the cafe where the has.h.i.+sh was smoked. She was exhausted, yet she felt feverishly, almost crazily alive. She drank coffee after coffee. She watched the dreaming smokers, the dreaming dancers, till she seemed to be living in a nightmare, to be detached from earth and all things she had ever known till now.
But Baroudi did not come. And at last she returned through the dancing quarters, where her sense of nightmare deepened.
Again she did not sleep.
When day came, she felt really ill. Yet her body was still pulsing, her brain was still throbbing, with an activity that was like a fever within her. Directly after breakfast, which she scarcely touched, she again took a carriage and drove to Baroudi's house.
The sleepy Arab met her at the grille, and in an almost trembling voice she made enquiries.
"Gone away," was the reply.
"Gone? Where to?"
"Him gone to Luxor. Him got one dahabeeyah at Luxor."
"Gone to Luxor! When did he go?"
Bella Donna Part 118
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