CHAPTER XIII.
FRIENDSHIP IN THE DESERT On the edge of the rink immediately below the hotel, a slight figure was standing, patient as the Sphinx, awaiting them.
Sir Eustace's keen eyes lighted upon it from afar.

"There is my brother," he said.

"We will go and speak to him if you have no objection." Dinah received the suggestion with eagerness.

She was possessed for the moment by an urgent desire to get back to the commonplace.

She had been whirled off her feet, and albeit the flight had held rapture, she had a desperate longing to tread solid ground once more.
Possibly her companion shared something of this feeling.