"Kaid
was right about coming here. His health is better. He never doubted
Claridge Pasha's return; it was une idee fixe. He believes a magic hand
protects the Saadat, and that, adhering to him, he himself will carry
high the flower of good fortune and live for ever. Kismet! I will not
wait to see Lady Eglington. I beg to offer to her my congratulations on
the triumph of her countryman."
His words had no ulterior note; but there was a shadow in his eyes which
in one not an Oriental would have seemed sympathy.
"Pasha, Pasha!" the Duchess called after him, as he turned to leave;
"tell me, is there any news from England--from the Government?"
"From Lord Eglington? No," Nahoum answered meaningly. "I wrote to him.
Did the English Government desire to send a message to Claridge Pasha, if
the relief was accomplished? That is what I asked. But there is no word.
Malaish, Egypt will welcome him!"
She followed his eyes. Two score of dahabiehs lay along the banks of the
Nile, and on the shore were encampments of soldiers, while flags were
flying everywhere.
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