Again the young man exercised his power of gesture, his dark eyes seeming to plead his own helpless desire to mitigate2 his words.
"Truly a quarantine. It is tyranny, but what can one do? They will hear nothing—they set their guard and it is finished—bien simple. We are their prisoners."
"Prisoners?" Her mind appeared but a hollow echo of his words. Her heart was dropping, dropping sickishly, into unending space. Then meaning stabbed her like a dentist's needle, and a pandemonium3 of incredulity and revolt clamored through every nerve in her body. "Why you can't mean—I'm going back to the hotel this instant! I haven't seen your servant!"
"That is nothing to them. They have no reason—heads of pigs! No one must leave or they shoot—the tyrants4, the imbecile tyrants! But their day will not be forever—Islam will not endure——"
It was of no moment to Arlee Beecher what Islam would not endure. Her heart was galloping5 now like a runaway6 horse, but her voice rang with quick reaction from that first sickening shock.
"What nonsense," she said positively7. "They wouldn't shoot me. Why didn't you call me when the English doctor was here. I could have explained then. But now—now I had better telephone, I suppose. Either to the doctor or the English ambassador—or the American consul8. I'll make them understand in a jiffy. Where is your telephone, please?"
"Alas9, not in the palace." The young captain's look of regret deepened.
"But—but you telephoned your sister! You telephoned her this afternoon."
"Ah, yes, but I spoke10 to a telephone which is in a palace near here—the palace of my uncle. I sent a servant with the message. But I can send a message to that palace," he offered eagerly, "and they can telephone for you. Or I can send notes out to all the people you wish. The soldiers will call boys to deliver them."
Across the girl's perfectly white face a tremor11 of panic darted12; then she bit her lips very hard and stared very intently past the Captain's green and gold shoulder. She had totally forgotten the sister who had sunk on a divan13 beside them, her brown eyes rimmed14 in their dark pencilings turning from one to the other as if to read their faces.
"I'll just speak to those soldiers, myself," said Arlee decidedly. "I'll make them understand." She left them there, their eyes upon her and sped down the long room to the door which the Captain's hurried entrance had left half open. She disappeared down the steps.
In three minutes she was back, a flame in the frightened white of her cheeks, a flame in the frightened blue of her eyes.
"Captain Kerissen," she called, and he took a step nearer to her, his face alert with sympathy, "Captain Kerissen, that is a native soldier! He is at the bottom of the stairs—with a bayonet—and he will not let me pass. He doesn't know a word I say. Please come and tell him."
"Miss Beecher, it is useless for me to tell him anything," said the young Turk with a ring of quiet conviction. "I have been talking to that one—and to the others. They are at every entrance. It is as I told you—we are prisoners."
"Surely you can tell him that I am a guest—you can bribe15 him to turn his head, to let me slip by——"
"He would be shot if he let you out that street door. He has his orders to keep the ladies in their quarters and it is death to him to disobey. That is the discipline—and the discipline has no mercy—particularly upon the native soldiers." His tone held bitterness. "It is useless to resist the soldiers. You must resign yourself to remain a guest until I can obtain word to one who can render assistance.... Will it be so hard?" he added sympathetically, as she stood silent, her lips pressed quiveringly together. "My sister will do everything——"
"Of course I can't stay here," broke in Arlee in her clear, positive young tones. "I must get back to the Evershams—and we are going up the Nile to-morrow morning. Can you get a message to that doctor at once? And have someone go and telephone from the next house to the consul and ambassador—and I'll write them notes, too."
Her voice broke suddenly. On what wings of folly16 she had come alone to this place! Her bright adventure was a stupid scrape. Oh, what mischance—what mischance! She was chokingly ashamed of the predicament—to be penned up by a quarantine in a Moslem17 household. She was angry, defiant18 and humiliated19 at once. What would the Evershams say—and Robert Falconer——
She had never waited for anything as she waited for the answers to the passionately20 urgent notes she sent out. She had written the doctor, the ambassador, the consul, the Evershams. And then she walked up and down, up and down that long, dim room which grew darker and darker with the fading light and counted off the seconds and the minutes and the hours with her pulsing heart beats. She had never known there was such suspense21 in the world. It was comparable to nothing in her girl's life—the only faint analogy was in the old school-time when she thought she had failed in the history examination and her roommate had gone to the office to find out for her. She remembered walking the floor then, in a silly panic of fear. But she had not failed—she had just squeaked22 through and it would be like that now. Someone would come to tell her that everything was all right and laugh with her at her foolish fright. But underneath23 this strain of fervent24 reassurance25 ran a cold little current like an underground brook26, a seeping27 chill of dread28 and vague fear and strange amazement29 that she should be here in this lonely palace, peering out of darkened windows, waiting and listening.
This time it was the Captain's steps, coming up the stairs. Perceptive30 of her impatience31, he had left her to herself, till he could bring word. Now she stood, listening to the nearing jingle32 that accompanied his footsteps, her hands clasped involuntarily against her breast in rigid33 tension. And when she saw his face through the dusk, saw the courteous34 deprecation of it, the solicitous35 sympathy, she did not need his words to tell her that it was not yet all right.
There was nothing to be done. Legal and medical authorities united in insisting that no one, not even the guest, should leave the palace until the fear of spreading the infection was past. This might be modified in a day or two, but for the present they were too frightened to make exceptions.
And they were going up the Nile Friday morning, Arlee remembered numbly36. And this was Thursday night.
"Did the Evershams—did they answer my letter?" she said with dry lips.
The Evershams, it seemed, had not been at the hotel. Perhaps when they had read the letter they would be able to do something about it.
"They'll just talk!" cried Arlee passionately, her breast heaving.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to rave37, she wanted to fly down the stairs and hurl38 herself recklessly against that barring bayonet. But because there was pride and spirit behind her delicate loveliness she shut the door hard upon those imps39 of hysteria and with high-held head and palely smiling lips she thanked the Captain for the hospitality he was extending in his sister's name. Yes, thank you, she would rejoin them at dinner. Yes, thank you, she would like to go to her room now.
A serving maid, called by her hostess, conducted her—the blue-robed girl, she thought, that she had seen drawing water at the well. A black shawl hung from her head and dangling40 in its folds the yashmak ready to be slipped on at the approach of the men before whom she must appear veiled. Her bare feet were thrust into scarlet41 slippers42, and as she moved silver anklets were visible, hanging loosely over slim, brown ankles. Shuffling43 slightly, yet with an erectly44 graceful45 carriage, the girl led the way into the ante-room again, pulled open one of the closed doors in the opposite wall and passed up an encased staircase wrapped in darkness. They emerged into the dusk of a long, dim hall, where hanging lamps from the ceiling shed a mild luster46 and a strong smell of oil, and passing one or two doors on the right, the maid pushed, open one that was rich in old gilding47.
Crossing the threshold Arlee felt that she was crossing the centuries again into her own time.
The room was a glitter of white and rose; the windows, unscreened, admitted the warm glow of late afternoon, and windows and doorway48 and bed were smothered49 in rose and white hangings. A white triple-mirrored dressing50-table gleamed with gold and ivory pieces; a white fur rug was stretched before a rose silk divan billowy with plump pillows, and an open door beyond gave a view of shining tile and a porcelain51 bath. Near her was a baby grand piano in white enamel—reminding her of one she had seen in the White House—and she noted52 absently a pile of gaudily53 covered music upon it betokening54 tunes55 different from the Brahms she had heard downstairs.
The maid indicated a pitcher56 of hot water in the bathroom—evidently pipes and faucets57 played no part with the shining tub—and then stepped outside, closing the door.
After an instant's hesitation58, Arlee took off her hat and bathed her face and hands, then moved slowly to the dressing table to glance at her hair. Hesitantly she picked up the shining brush and stared at the flourish of an unintelligible59 monogram60 upon the back. Whose brush was this? Whose room was she in? The place, vivid, silken, scented61, was fairly breathing with occupancy.
She laid down the brush without using it, touched her hair with absent fingers, and crossed to the windows. She looked down into a garden, a deep tangle62 of a garden, presided over by a huge lebbek tree that threw a pall63 of shadow upon the faintly moving flowers beneath.
The place seemed a riot in neglect, for across the white sanded paths thick creepers had flung their arms, and vines and climbers were scaling the gnarled limbs of the acacia trees and covering the high walls beyond. She was looking to the west where the rose and gold of sunset still hung breathless on the painted air, though the sun was hidden below the fringe of palms which rose above the wall, and for a moment that still brilliance64 of the sky above the sharply silhouetted65 palms made her heart quicken in forgetfulness.
And then her hands became aware of the bars she had been unconsciously clasping, white-painted bars extending across the window. They were of iron.
Not even here was there freedom, she thought with a throb66 of dread, not even here where one faced dark gardens and blank walls and the empty west.
Somehow that dinner had passed, that queer dinner in the candle light between the silent, painted woman and the politely talkative young man, and passed without a word from outside for the girl whose nerves were fraying67 with the suspense. The old woman and the little girl had served them with a meal which would have been judged delicious in any European hotel and though Arlee's nerves were tricky68 her young appetite was not and she ate and talked with a determined69 little air of trying to dissipate the strangeness of the situation.
And with the coffee came inspiration. She began to plan ... half listening to the Captain's amiable70 efforts to entertain her with an account of the palace, and of its history under Ismail, the Mad Khedive, who had occupied it for some months, tearing down and building in his feverish71 way, only to weary at the first hint of completion. She was wondering why in the world the inspiration had not arrived at once. Perhaps something in this fatalistic air, this stupid acceptance of authority had numbed72 her.
With alacrity73 she accepted the Captain's suggestion of a stroll in the garden, and was relieved when the silent sister did not rise to accompany them, but remained in the candle-light with her coffee and cigarette. She found the woman's lightly mocking, watchful74 eyes, the enigmatic smile upon the carmined lips, increasingly hard to bear. That woman didn't like her—she had failed, somehow, to propitiate75 her hostile curiosities.
Back through the old empty rooms of the past, the Captain led her, and passing by the screened alcove76 from which Arlee had looked down into the ancient banquet hall he came to a small dark painted door which he unlocked. The door opened upon a flight of worn and narrow stone steps descending77 into the garden.
It had been night in the palace of darkened windows but in the garden it was yet day, although the rose and gold of sunset had faded to paling pinks and translucent78 ambers and in the east the stars were shining in the deepening blue. It was the same garden on which her windows opened; Arlee recognized the huge lebbek tree in the center, the row of acacias, and the palms against the farthest wall. It was a very old garden. Those trees must have seen many, many years, she thought, and felt again that sense of vague oppression and melancholy79 which the lonely rooms of the palace had given her; that row of acacias which cast such crooked80 shadows over the path had been planted by very long-ago hands.
So she thought fleetingly81, then stared about, her concern for other things. Captain Kerissen lighted a cigarette; over his cupped hands his eyes followed hers searchingly.
"That is the hall of banquets?" she said, pointing to the raised colonnade82.
"Ah, yes—you are quick to learn!" he complimented.
"And could we walk through that into the courtyard?"
"Undoubtedly83."
"And this side is the haremlik," she murmured, glancing up at the windows upon the third floor which she felt were those of that rose and white room. Much of the rest of the wing, she saw, extending down to the high wall at right angles to it, was in a ruinous and dilapidated condition. "What is there?" she asked.
"The rooms the Khedive Ismail left unfinished. They are of no use."
"And on the other side?" she persisted, pointing towards the wall that was the continuation of the men's wing, which stopped at the colonnade.
"On the other side is the palace of another man, and on the other side of that, ending the road is a cimitère—what you say, cemetery84."
"And back of that wall?" She nodded at the one behind the palms, running parallel to the banquet hall.
"Back of that a canal, Mademoiselle, and across are other palaces.... You study the geography, it appears?"
"Indeed I do!" She turned towards him, her face bright with eagerness. Her light curls were blown about her forehead by a breeze, hot and dry, that seemed to mingle85 the odors of the desert with a piercing sweetness which it drew from the deep throats of the lilies swaying beside the path. "And I think that is going to be the way out for me." Her quick nod was for the wall behind the palms. "I want you to do me a great big favor, Captain Kerissen, that will make me your debtor86 for life! You must help me break out of this quarantine this very night?"
Not the ghost of a fear of failure to persuade him lurked87 in those bright, dancing eyes. Not the ghost of a fear of failure haunted those confident, smiling lips.
He sucked on his cigarette a moment, then slowly blew a thin ring of blue smoke. He appeared interested in watching it.
"What is it—this idea?" he murmured.
"Well, you may have a better one but mine is just to climb that wall, as soon as it gets dark. If you just get a ladder, or a pile of chairs I am sure I can manage it—and then I'll be back at the hotel in an hour!"
He took out his cigarette and shook his head at her. "You would drop, like the plum of Haydee, into the arms of the soldier who is guarding on the other side.... Shall I tell you the story of that plum?"
"A soldier guarding—a native soldier?"
"Yes."
"Then—then please won't you see if you can bribe him?" she shamelessly pleaded, anxiously clasping and unclasping her hands. "Please, Captain Kerissen, you must help me to run away to-night. I can't be shut up like this—I can't give up the Nile trip and besides—Oh, I really must be back at that hotel to-night!... If that soldier is sure no one else will see him I know you can persuade him to look away just a little minute while I slip down and run off!"
"Ah, no, no, my dear Miss Beecher, there is no hope of that." The young man started walking down the path and Arlee walked beside him, her eyes fixed88 on his face, incredulous of the denial that they were reading there. "He would think it a test, a trap—not for one minute is it to be thought of! Now could I let you go alone in that place by the canal. There is danger—you do not understand——"
"Oh, I understand, but I can take care of myself!" Across her pleading flashed the ironic89 thought of how excellently she had taken care of herself in coming there that very afternoon! "Just let me get over that wall and I can find my way—and if you cannot bribe the man we can wait till it is darker and then, when he is at the other end, why I can be down and off in a jiffy!"
"He would shoot," said the Captain. "He has his order. I have talked with them.... And what would the authorities say when they send here the doctor to-morrow and you are gone?"
"Say—say—Oh, what does it matter what they say? Tell them that I ran away without your knowledge. Surely——"
"But your name has been given as detained. They would not let you reappear in the world——"
"You leave that to me! I know it would be all right—once I was there. Please do this for me, Captain Kerissen—please! I know that in a great palace like this there must be many, many ways where one could slip into the streets——"
"In all this palace there are but three doors—the door in the vestibule by which you entered, the great door to its right, under the arch into the court, and the little door from the garden to the canal." He waved his cigarette at the wall ahead of them, towards which they were slowly walking. "And all those three doors are barred upon the outside and there is a soldier before each one—and the soldier that you saw within the vestibule, watching us there."
"But—but the windows." She remembered the mashrubiyeh, but went on resolutely90, "I mean, the windows on the men's side. Aren't there any windows in that part which are open?"
"The selamlik is a short wing and looks into the court." A note of impatience sounded in his voice. He tossed away his cigarette which fell, a burning spark, in the shadows. Already, as they talked, it had grown darker, and the impatient tropic night was stealing on them. "It is no use," he repeated. "There is no way out for you—or any of us."
Into her heart stole the unthinkable perception that he did not want to help her—he was afraid of the authorities—or else—or else—Desperately she returned to the appeal.
"But do let me try to get over that wall. I will watch for the soldier—I will take the responsibility. Please, now—let us plan that attempt."
His answer held a quiet finality. "It is impossible.... And the wall is too high for such little feet."
The startled color flashed into her cheeks. Only Oriental language of course.... Perhaps she was unduly91 sensitive to any hint of familiarity in her predicament.
"I could manage it perfectly," she said with coldness.
He bent92 over her, as they walked. "Are you so unhappy here?"
"Of course I am unhappy," she gave back with a clear matter-of-factness that strove to ignore the sudden softening93 of his voice. "I am very unhappy. I realize that I should not be here, that I am intruding94 upon your hospitality——"
"You are making me most happy."
"And I am making my friends most anxious and losing my trip on the Nile."
"The Nile," he said, "flows on forever. Who knows how soon you will see it and under what happier circumstances?"
"Our boat was to sail at ten. I simply must find a way out to-night——"
"That is impossible." He spoke with sudden irritation95, which he softened96 the next instant, with a light laugh. "You Americans—how you hurry!... Tell me—have you no heart for all this?"
She looked about her at the silent garden, the deepening shadows, the darkening sky. Above her head, now, high in the air were the faintly rustling97 palm leaves. Behind the palms stretched the wall, high and blankly impassable. She felt strange, unreal.... Her very fright was unreal.
"Tell me," he was saying, his voice low and caressing98, "are there many girls like you—in your America?"
She tried to speak quite easily, quite simply. "You have been in England and France, Captain Kerissen, and you have seen many Americans traveling there."
"I have seen many—yes. But not like you." She looked swiftly at him, then more swiftly away. His eyes were glowing with a look of deep excitement; his teeth flashed white under his small, dark mustache. "Shall I tell you how you appear beside those others?"
"No, thank you," the girl answered with a hurried crispness which brought a stare and then a low laugh from him.
"You have been told so often?" he suggested.
"I never permit myself to be told at all!" Anger made her young voice imperious, but her heart was beating furiously. Involuntarily she quickened her steps and he reached his hand to her bare forearm and held her back.
"Pardon—but you are too quick."
She stood rigid, some deep instinct warning her not to resist. The situation had gone to the man's head, she felt dumbly; his courtesy was only a scant99 veneer100 over that Oriental cast of view which, like the Latin, reads every accident of propinquity as opportunity. His hand fell away and they walked on in slower time. When he spoke his voice betrayed the feeling quickening within him.
"Then I have a pleasure before me, for you will listen, please. To me your sister Americans are like big, bright flowers which grow by the wayside where every wind blows hard upon them. And each receives the dust of the footsteps of many men till comes the one who shall possess her. But he does not bear her away. He puts his name upon her, but leaves her out in the same field where every passerby101 may look and handle——"
"You are dreadfully rude," said Arlee clearly. "You don't understand at all. I thought you knew better."
"Ah, I know! Was I not in England and did I not hear men talk—yes, of sisters and wives with bold words and laughter? Not so of our ladies—they are sacred names not to be spoken by another.... But I do not wish to speak of these others of your race. I speak of you."
"Really, I would rather you would not speak of me."
"But I wish to tell you." His voice was no louder; it was even lower, but it took on a note of authority. Arlee was silent, a chill creeping up about her heart—like a rising tide....
"You are a flower upon a height," he said, and his tones were soft again and gently caressing, "laughing at others because you know you are so high above them, and so proud. The blue of the skies is in your eyes, and the gold of the sun in your hair. You have a beauty that is too bright to be endured—it burns a man's heart like a flame.... It was never meant to shine in a common field. It must be guarded, revered102, adored—a princess upon a height——"
"You have an Oriental imagination," said Arlee Beecher, and prayed God her voice did not tremble. "I must ask you not to pay me such compliments while I am your guest."
"No?... Why not?"
"They—are embarrassing."
"Embarrassment103 is an emotion rare to find among your ladies—it is the dewy bloom upon your own perfect innocence104.... Ah, I wish you spoke my language! I could tell you many things——"
"Your English is excellent," said the white-faced girl. "Did you learn it at Oxford105 or before?"
He did not pause for such foolish questionings. "Why do you not wish me to tell you what you are?" he said reproachfully. "Is it because you doubt that I mean it?"
"Because I am not used to such compliments—and I would rather not hear them now. I am your guest and I am very tired. I must go in."
It was very dark in the garden. And it was still and unutterably lonely. Only the stars burned above them in the heavens; only the light wind of the desert stirred. From the far distance the muffled106 beat of the tom-tom sounded. Surely, thought Arlee, surely she was dreaming.... This could not be Arlee Beecher, here with this man—this Turk.
"I must go in," she repeated, with a heightening of assurance.
As he looked down at her for a moment that chill dread seemed to lay its icy hands on her very heart as she glimpsed something of the tumult107 within his eyes. She had a vision of him as a man capable of all, reckless, impassioned, poised108 upon the brink109 of some desperate plunge110.... Then the hands of consequences seemed to lay compelling hold upon him; the fire was extinguished; the vision gone like a mirage111. His eyes were friendly, his lips smiling, as he bowed to her, in deferential112 courtesy, to all appearances a gentleman of her world.
"I must not tire my guest," he said, and stood aside to let her pass up the narrow stone steps.
"We shall have other walks," he added, and the chill, delicate menace of those words went with Arlee Beecher to the rose and white room, and kept her sorry company through the long and restless hours.
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