“I am so thankful I am not one!” exclaimed Delia. “It must be terribly hot wearing one of those yashmaks in this heat. Also, if you are pretty, it seems sad to me that no one can see your face!”
“Except your husband. And as the Khedive has a goodly number of wives, he would judge your appearance critically.”
Delia laughed.
She changed her dress into one she considered the prettiest of all they had bought and wore a hat that matched the gown.
They arrived at the Khedive’s Palace in Cairo where a crowd of servants were ready to greet them.
They were escorted with much pomp through many rooms until finally the Marquis and Delia were taken into a room where the Khedive was waiting.
It was not a surprise to the Marquis, although it was to Delia, that the room looked exactly like any st
