"And to think that I have sent him at least six hundred of his favourite Egyptians!" She fell once more on her knees by her friend's side.

Their arms were intertwined, their cheeks touching.

One of those strange, feminine silences of acute sympathy seemed to hold them for a while under its thrall.

Then, almost at the same moment, a queer awakening came for both of them.

Helen's arm was stiffened.