We expect more sunshine than ever at the chateau," ventured her ladyship.
"I sincerely hope you may be disappointed," said he commiseratingly, fanning himself with his hat.

She laughed and understood, but Deppingham was half way out to the yacht before it became clear to him that the Enemy hoped literally, not figuratively.
The Enemy sauntered back toward the town, past and through the staring crowd of women.

Here and there in the curious throng the face of a Persian or an Egyptian stared at him from among the brown Arabians.
There was no sign of love in the glittering eyes of these trafficked women of Japat.

One by one they lifted their veils to their eyes and slowly faded into the side streets, each seeking the home she despised, each filled with a hatred for the man who would not feast upon her beauty.
The man, all unconscious of the new force that was to oppose him from that hour, saw the English people go aboard.

He waited until the owner's launch was ready to return to the pier with its merry company, and then slowly wended his way to the "American bar," lonelier than ever before in his life.