his friend's attention to the good looks of
Nesibeh, who was one of them. Iskender turned his head and threw a
careless glance in the direction indicated.

"Thou hast not seen her properly. Wait a minute! . . . O Nesibeh! O
my pearl! Come hither! . . . Ah, the rogue has fled to hiding; she
has slipped inside the church; and the rest, her playmates, are flying,
each to her mother's side, as if my sweet-toned voice had been a lion's
roar! A year ago she would have flung herself into my arms, and sat
upon my knee and begged for stories. But now she wears the veil, she
is a woman, and therefore must be captious like the rest of them. In
thy grace I depart, having much to put in order for to-morrow's
journey."

Once more he flung both arms around Iskender's neck, kissing him on
both cheeks and on the mouth, and vowing by Our Lady, and by the three
Archangels, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, to repay him half the
treasure of the Valley of the Kings.

CHAPTER XXIX

Left alone, Iskender took up a position in which he could watch the
open door of the church without seeming to do so. Then, as soon as he
beheld Nesibeh peeping out, he opened his paint-box, laid his
sketch-book on his knee, and made believe to set to work in earnest,
crooning a facetious song the while, to complete the deception. His
object was to tempt or provoke the girl to come to him. For days past
she had withstood all his allurements, taking to her heels at his
approach. He desired an explanation of such queer behaviour, and,
having learnt that frankness was of no avail, resorted now to subtlety.

After a space of apparent absorption in his work, he hazarded a glance
out of the corners of his eyes, and was glad to see that she was
drawing nearer. From the glimpse thus obtained he judged her
discontented, sullen, even angry, and suspected some hostility to be
the object of her stealing up behind him. But he was quite unprepared
for what actually happened. A large stone, flung at close quarters
with all the strength of her young arms, struck him fairly between the
shoulders, just where the bruises resultant from yesterday's beating
most thickly congregated. It knocked all the breath out of his body.
The shock, however, stood him in good stead; since it prevented his
acting on the first angry impulse of retaliation, and at the same time
gave him a look of genuine anguish. In a trice she was at his side,
weeping and imploring his for