"At last, Miguel! at last! Though blind, you have found him!
You have not failed. I shall not fail!"

*****

Zahara peeped through the carved screen at the assembled company.
They were smoking and drinking and seemed to be in high good
humour. Safiyeh had danced and they had applauded the
performance, but had complained to M. Agapoulos that they had
seen scores of such dances and dancers. Safiyeh, who had very
little English, had not understood this, and because presently
she was to play upon the a'ood while Zahara danced the Dance of
the Veils, Zahara had avoided informing her of the verdict of the
company.

Now as she peeped through the lattice in the screen she could see
the Greek haggling with Grantham and a tall gray-haired man whom
she supposed to be Sir Horace Tipton. They were debating the
additional fees to be paid if Zahara, the Star of Egypt, was to
present the secret and wonderful dance of which all men had heard
but which only a true daughter of the ancient tribe of the
Ghawazi could perform.

Sometimes Zahara was proud of her descent from a dancing-girl of
Kenneh. This was always at night, when a sort of barbaric
excitement possessed her which came from the blood of her mother.
Then, a new light entered her eyes and they seemed to grow long
and languid and dark, so that no one would have suspected that in
daylight they were blue.