"I see, but I will get Moussa to bring me a brandy-and-soda, I think," and again Calder nodded his head.
Durrance ate his breakfast and drank his brandy-and-soda, and talked the while of his journey.

He had travelled farther eastward than he had intended.

He had found the Ababdeh Arabs quiet amongst their mountains.
If they were not disposed to acknowledge allegiance to Egypt, on the other hand they paid no tribute to Mahommed Achmet.

The weather had been good, ibex and antelope plentiful.

Durrance, on the whole, had reason to be content with his journey.