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the tunnel？ Would she learn to know here what she really was？
How warm it was in the night； and how warmth； as it develops the
fecundity of the earth； develops also the possibilities in many men
and women。 Despite her lassitude of body； which kept her motionless as
an idol in her chair； with her arm lying along the parapet of the
verandah； Domini felt as if a confused crowd of things indefinable；
but violent； was already stirring within her nature； as if this new
climate was calling armed men into being。 Could she not hear the
murmur of their voices； the distant clashing of their weapons？
Without being aware of it she was dropping into sleep。 The sound of a
footstep on the wooden floor of the verandah recalled her。 It was at
some distance behind her。 It crossed the verandah and stopped。 She
felt quite certain that it was the step of her fellow…traveller； not
because she knew he was staying in the hotel； but rather because of
the curious； uneven heaviness of the tread。
What was he doing？ Looking over the parapet into the fruit gardens；
where the white figures of the Arabs were flitting through the trees？
He was perfectly silent。 Domini was now wide awake。 The feeling of
calm serenity had left her。 She was nervously troubled by this
presence near her； and swiftly recalled the few trifling incidents of
the day which had begun to delineate a character for her。 They were；
she found； all unpleasant； all； at least； faintly disagreeable。 Yet；
in sum； what was their meaning？ The sketch they traced was so slight；
so confused； that it told little。 The last incident was the strangest。
And again she saw the long and luminous pathway of the tunnel；
flickering with light and shade； carpeted with the pale reflections of
the leaves and narrow branches of the trees； the black figure of the
priest far down it； and the tall form of the stranger in an attitude
of painful hesitation。 Each time she had seen him； apparently desirous
of doing something definite； hesitation had overtaken him。 In his
indecision there was something horrible to her； something alarming。
She wished he was not standing behind her； and her discomfort
increased。 She could still hear the voices of the soldiers in the
cafe。 Perhaps he was listening to them。 They sounded louder。
The speakers were getting up from their seats。 There was a jingling of
spurs； a tramp of feet； and the voices died away。 The church bell
chimed again。 As it did so Domini heard heavy and uneven steps cross
the verandah hurriedly。 An instant later she heard a window shut
sharply。
〃Suzanne！〃 she called。
Her maid appeared； yawning； with various parcels in her hands。
〃Yes； Mademoiselle。〃
〃I sha'n't go down to the /salle…a…manger/ to…night。 Tell them to give
me some dinner in my /salon/。〃
〃Yes； Mademoiselle。〃
〃You did not see who was on the verandah just now？〃
The maid looked surprised。
〃I was in Mademoiselle's room。〃
〃Yes。 How near the church is。〃
〃Mademoiselle will have no difficulty in getting to Mass。 She will not
be obliged to go among all the Arabs。〃
Domini smiled。
〃I have come here to be among the Arabs； Suzanne。〃
〃The porter of the omnibus tells me they are dirty and very dangerous。
They carry knives； and their clothes are full of fleas。〃
〃You will feel quite differently about them in the morning。 Don't
forget about dinner。〃
〃I will speak about it at once； Mademoiselle。〃
Suzanne disappeared； walking as one who suspects an ambush。
After dinner Domini went again to the verandah。 She found Batouch
there。 He had now folded a snow…white turban round his head； and
looked like a young high priest of some ornate religion。 He suggested
that Domini should come out with him to visit the Rue des Ouled Nails
and see the strange dances of the Sahara。 But she declined。
〃Not to…night； Batouch。 I must go to bed。 I haven't slept for two
nights。〃
〃But I do not sleep； Madame。 In the night I compose verses。 My brain
is alive。 My heart is on fire。〃
〃Yes； but I am not a poet。 Besides； I may be here for a long time。 I
shall have many evenings to see the dances。〃
The poet looked displeased。
〃The gentleman is going；〃 he said。 〃Hadj is at the door waiting for
him now。 But Hadj is afraid when he enters the street of the dancers。〃
〃Why？〃
〃There is a girl there who wishes to kill him。 Her name is Aishoush。
She was sent away from Beni…Mora for six months； but she has come
back； and after all this time she still wishes to kill Hadj。〃
〃What has he done to her？〃
〃He has not loved her。 Yes； Hadj is afraid； but he will go with the
gentleman because he must earn money to buy a costume for the /fete/
of Ramadan。 I also wish to buy a new costume。〃
He looked at Domini with a dignified plaintiveness。 His pose against
the pillar of the verandah was superb。 Over his blue cloth jacket he
had thrown a thin white burnous； which hung round him in classic
folds。 Domini could scarcely believe that so magnificent a creature
was touting for a franc。 The idea certainly did occur to her； but she
banished it。 For she was a novice in Africa。
〃I am too tired to go out to…night；〃 she said decisively。
〃Good…night； Madame。 I shall be here to…morrow morning at seven
o'clock。 The dawn in the garden of the gazelles is like the flames of
Paradise； and you can see the Spahis galloping upon horses that are
beautiful as〃
〃I shall not get up early to…morrow。〃
Batouch assumed an expression that was tragically submissive and
turned to go。 Just then Suzanne appeared at the French window of her
bedroom。 She started as she perceived the poet； who walked slowly past
her to the staircase； throwing his burnous back from his big
shoulders； and stood looking after him。 Her eyes fixed themselves upon
the section of bare leg that was visible above his stockings white as
the driven snow； and a faintly sentimental expression mingled with
their defiance and alarm。
Domini got up from her chair and leaned over the parapet。 A streak of
yellow light from the doorway of the hotel lay upon the white road
below； and in a moment she saw two figures come out from beneath the
verandah and pause there。 Hadj was one； the stranger was the other。
The stranger struck a match and tried to light a cigar； but failed。 He
struck another match； and then another； but still the cigar would not
draw。 Hadj looked at him with mischievous astonishment。
〃If Monsieur will permit me〃 he began。
But the stranger took the cigar hastily from his mouth and flung it
away。
〃I don't want to smoke；〃 Domini heard him say in French。
Then he walked away with Hadj into the darkness。
As they disappeared Domini heard a faint shrieking in the distance。 It
was the music of the African hautboy。
The night was marvellously dry and warm。 The thickly growing trees in
the garden scarcely moved。 It was very still and very dark。 Suzanne；
standing at her window； looked like a shadow in her black dress。 Her
attitude was romantic。 Perhaps the subtle influence of this Sahara
village was beginning to steal even over her obdurate spirit。
The hautboy went on crying。 Its notes； though faint； were sharp and
piercing。 Once more the church bell