He had not left with Willoughby the name of any place where a letter could reach him.

But what was he doing at Wadi Halfa, masquerading with this itinerant troupe?
He had money; so much Willoughby had told her.
"You spoke to him ?" she asked suddenly.
"To whom?
Oh, to Harry ?" returned Durrance.

"Yes, afterwards, when I found out it was he who was playing the zither." "Yes, how did you find out ?" Ethne asked.
"The waltz came to an end.

The old woman sank exhausted upon the bench against the whitewashed wall; the young man raised his head from his zither; the old man scraped a new chord upon his violin, and the girl stood forward to sing.

Her voice had youth and freshness, but no other quality of music.