blue-clad Arab brought coffee on a little tray.

She glowed with annoyance. Did he think she had come to look at him?
Did he--he certainly was quite uninterested, for he must have
recognized her; but perhaps not; people look so different in large
straw hats to what they appear with scarves of chiffon tied over their
heads. But why had she come this way at all? She wished a thousand
times she had suggested going round the pyramids instead.

"Tamara," said Mrs. Hardcastle, when they were safely descending the
further sand-path, with no unclothed young giant in view, "did you see
there was a _man_ in that chair? What a dreadful person to be lying on
the balcony--undressed!"

"I never noticed," said Tamara, without a blush. "I am surprised at you
having looked, Millie--when this view is so fine."

"But, my dear child, I could not possibly help seeing him. How you did
not notice, I can't think; he had pyjamas on, Tamara--and _bare feet!"_

Mrs. Hardcastle almost whispered the last terrible words.

"I suppose he felt hot," said Tamara; "it is a grilling day."

"But really, dear, no nice people, in any weather, remain--er--
undressed at twelve o'clock in the day for passers-by to look at--do
they?"

"Well, perhaps he isn't a nice person," allowed Tamara. "He may be mad.
What was he like, since you saw so much, Millicent?"