"
David would have been content to live in the desert all his life for the
sake of a cause, making no calculations as to reward. Eglington must ever
have the counters for the game.
"Well, if you do not believe in 'antic Fate,' you must be greatly puzzled
as you go on," he rejoined, laughing; "especially in Egypt, where the
East and the West collide, race against race, religion against religion,
Oriental mind against Occidental intellect. You have an unusual quantity
of Quaker composure, to see in it all 'inevitable law.' And it must be
dull. But you always were, so they say in Hamley, a monument of
seriousness."
"I believe they made one or two exceptions," answered David drily. "I had
assurances."
Eglington laughed boyishly. "You are right. You achieved a name for
humour in a day--'a glass, a kick, and a kiss,' it was. Do you have such
days in Egypt?"
"You must come and see," David answered lightly, declining to notice the
insolence. "These are critical days there. The problems are worthy of
your care. Will you not come?"
Eglington was conscious of a peculiar persuasive influence over himself
that he had never felt before.
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