“So you’re leaving for Marrakesh tomorrow,” said Miss Hetherington.
“You haven’t made a very long stay in Fez, have you? Wouldn’t it havebeen much easier to go to Marrakesh first and then to Fez, returning toCasablanca afterwards?”
“I suppose it would really,” said Hilary, “but reservations are rather dif-ficult to obtain. It’s pretty crowded here.”
“Not with English people,” said Miss Hetherington, rather disconsol-ately. “It really seems dreadful nowadays the way one meets hardly any ofone’s fellow-countrymen.” She looked round her disparagingly1 and said,“It’s the French.”
Hilary smiled faintly. The fact that Morocco was a French colonial pos-session did not seem to count much with Miss Hetherington. Hotels any-where abroad she regarded as the prerogative2 of the English travellingpublic.
“The French and the Germans and the Armenians and the Greeks,” saidMrs. Calvin Baker3, with a little cackle of laughter. “That scruffy4 little oldman is a Greek, I believe.”
“I was told he was,” said Hilary.
“Seems a person of importance,” said Mrs. Baker. “You just notice howthe waiters fly about for him.”
“They give the English hardly any attention nowadays,” said Miss Heth-erington, gloomily. “They always give them the most terrible back bed-rooms—the ones maids and valets used to have in the old days.”
“Well, I can’t say I’ve found any fault with the accommodation I’ve hadsince I came to Morocco,” said Mrs. Calvin Baker. “I’ve managed to get amost comfortable room and bath every time.”
“You’re an American,” said Miss Hetherington, sharply, and with somevenom in her voice. She clicked her knitting needles furiously.
“I wish I could persuade you two to come to Marrakesh with me,” saidHilary. “It’s been so pleasant meeting you and talking to you here. Really,it’s very lonely travelling all by oneself.”
“I’ve been to Marrakesh,” said Miss Hetherington in a shocked voice.
Mrs. Calvin Baker, however, appeared to be somewhat sold on the idea.
“Well, it certainly is an idea,” she said. “It’s over a month since I was inMarrakesh. I’d be quite happy to go there again for a spell, and I couldshow you round, too, Mrs. Betterton, and prevent you being imposedupon. It’s not until you’ve been to a place and looked right round it thatyou learn the strings5. I wonder now. I’ll go right to the office and see whatI can fix up.”
Miss Hetherington said acidly, when she had departed:
“That’s exactly like these American women. Rushing from place to place,never settling down anywhere. Egypt one day, Palestine the next. Some-times I really don’t think they know what country they’re in.”
She shut her lips with a snap, and rising and gathering6 up her knittingcarefully she left the Turkish room with a little nod to Hilary as she went.
Hilary glanced down at her watch. She felt inclined not to change thisevening for dinner, as she usually did. She sat on there alone in the low,rather dark room with its oriental hangings. A waiter looked in, then wentaway after turning on two lamps. They did not give out very much lightand the room seemed pleasantly dim. It had an Eastern sort of serenity7.
Hilary sat back on the low divan8, thinking of the future.
Only yesterday she had been wondering if the whole business uponwhich she had been engaged was a mare’s nest. And now—now she wason the point of starting on her real journey. She must be careful, verycareful. She must make no slip. She must be Olive Betterton, moderatelywell-educated, inartistic, conventional but with definite Left Wing sym-pathies, and a woman who was devoted9 to her husband.
“I must make no mistake,” said Hilary to herself, under her breath.
How strange it felt to be sitting here alone in Morocco. She felt as thoughshe had got into a land of mystery and enchantment10. That dim lamp be-side her! If she were to take the carved brass11 between her hands and rub,would a Djinn of the Lamp appear? As the thought came to her, she star-ted. Materializing quite suddenly from beyond the lamp, she saw the smallwrinkled face and pointed12 beard of Mr. Aristides. He bowed politely be-fore sitting down beside her, saying:
“You permit, Madame?” Hilary responded politely.
Taking out his cigarette case he offered her a cigarette. She accepted andhe lit one himself also.
“It pleases you, this country, Madame?” he asked, after a moment ortwo.
“I have been here only a very short time,” said Hilary. “I find it so farquite enchanting13.”
“Ah. And you have been into the old city? You liked it?”
“I think it is wonderful.”
“Yes, it is wonderful. It is the past there—the past of commerce, of in-trigue, of whispering voices, shuttered activities, all the mystery and pas-sion of a city enclosed in its narrow streets and walls. Do you know what Ithink of, Madame, when I walk through the streets of Fez?”
“No?”
“I think of your Great West Road in London. I think of your great factorybuildings on each side of the road. I think of those buildings lit throughoutwith their neon lighting14 and the people inside, that you see so clearly fromthe road as you drive along in your car. There is nothing hidden, there isnothing mysterious. There are not even curtains to the windows. No, theydo their work there with the whole world observing them if it wants to doso. It is like slicing off the top of an anthill.”
“You mean,” said Hilary, interested, “that it is the contrast that interestsyou?”
Mr. Aristides nodded his elderly, tortoise-like head.
“Yes,” he said. “There everything is in the open and in the old streets ofFez nothing is à jour. Everything is hidden, dark .?.?. But—” he leant for-ward and tapped a finger on the little brass coffee table “—but the samethings go on. The same cruelties, the same oppressions, the same wish forpower, the same bargaining and haggling15.”
“You think that human nature is the same everywhere?” Hilary asked.
“In every country. In the past as in the present there are always the twothings that rule. Cruelty and benevolence16! One or the other. Sometimesboth.” He continued with hardly a change of manner. “They have told me,Madame, that you were in a very bad aeroplane accident the other day atCasablanca?”
“Yes, that is true.”
“I envy you,” Mr. Aristides said unexpectedly.
Hilary looked at him in an astonished manner. Again he waggled hishead in vehement17 assertion.
“Yes,” he added, “you are to be envied. You have had an experience. Ishould like the experience of having come so near to death. To have that,yet survive—do you not feel yourself different since then, Madame?”
“In a rather unfortunate way,” said Hilary. “I had concussion18 and thatgives me very bad headaches, and it also affects my memory.”
“Those are mere19 inconveniences,” said Mr. Aristides, with a wave of thehand, “but it is an adventure of the spirit you have passed through, is itnot?”
“It is true,” said Hilary slowly, “that I have passed through an adventureof the spirit.”
She was thinking of a bottle of Vichy water and a little heap of sleepingpills.
“I have never had that experience,” said Mr. Aristides, in his dissatisfiedvoice. “So many other things, but not that.” He rose, bowed, said “Meshommages, Madame,” and left her.

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