"It is a steamer from Cairo, with letters, no doubt," said Hylda; and the
Duchess nodded assent, and covertly noted her look, for she knew that no
letters had arrived from Eglington since Hylda had left England.
A half-hour later, as the Duchess sat on deck, a great straw hat tied
under her chin with pale-blue ribbons, like a child of twelve, she was
startled by seeing the figure of a farmer-looking person with a shock of
grey-red hair, a red face, and with great blue eyes, appear before her in
the charge of Hylda's dragoman.
"This has come to speak with my lady," the dragoman said, "but my lady is
riding into the desert there." He pointed to the sands.
The Duchess motioned the dragoman away, and scanned the face of the
new-comer shrewdly. Where had she seen this strange-looking English
peasant, with the rolling walk of a sailor?
"What is your name, and where do you come from?" she asked, not without
anxiety, for there was something ominous and suggestive in the old man's
face.
"I come from Hamley, in England, and my name is Soolsby, your grace.
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